Sparks Fly : A Harry Osborn Love Story Book Three Of Marvel Series

Chapter One : The Birth Of Thunder

When you are young, people ask you what you want to be when you grow up. Some say a doctor , others say a teacher. My response was a writer. Not too many people were supportive with that wish, my father Curtis Connor's was one of the few who were.

We are then asked again at the age of seventeen as we enter our final year of school. My answer never changed to be honest. In fact my interest had grown and taken over my life that I live through today. I write daily about stories that enter my mind and they quickly slip out  onto a blank piece of paper. I love writing and I am going to be what I want to be.

But there's a problem though, I am not exactly like most teenage  girls here. In fact very few even consider me human. I am a mutant and frankly I can say that I am not proud being one at all. 

I try to avoid the topic of my powers because I don't like talking about it. At seventeen years old I have a lot of things being tossed to me: I have to hand in my assignments for my Mutant School, I need to finish school this year and most importantly I need to learn to take care of myself, even though I am doing well with that now.

I was walking down the streets as if it was a normal day in New York. But in reality , i was freaking out because I am going to meet up with my father at noon for some lunch . I know it might not be exciting for anyone who sees their parents everyday, but it means so much to me.

He always seems to be working on the weekends that I have off of school. Plus whenever he makes plans to have a father-daughter day, he always backs out a few hours before the scheduled time. But he didn't today which is all that matters.

A few nights ago, a bridge was attacked by a lizard creature. The schools office was at first hesitant of me leaving the area , but they gave in by Charles talking to them. He had thought that it is good for me to see my father  even though we haven't talked in months already. I will be forever in his thanks.

"Lynnsey" said a voice.

I had slowly turned to dad. He had only a few steps away from me and proposed a warm smile. I had made my way to him and motioned my arms to be wrapped around his neck . Once I had gripped onto him , he placed his hands on my back as my hands went up high enough on his neck to touch his blonde hair then something rather rough. Dad noticed that I felt it and pushed my hands gently away from the spot. He had softly chuckled in my ears.

"Its so good to see you dad" I told him.

"I feel the same way." He had pushed me away slightly . His smile had vanished completely and had made me nervous to wonder if he was alright. He looks like he is, but maybe there's something that's bothering him.

"What is it dad? " I asked.

"Its just that I can't hang out with you today. I am sorry , I gotten a extra shift at work and_|"

"You had to take it" I finished his sentence.

"Yea I did, I am so sorry . Lynnsey i'll make it up to you. I'll give you some money to buy something." He had offered looking into his wallet for a fifty dollar bill . I however had spoken up , I cant believe that he's putting me up like this .  I came here to see him, not his green paper.

"I dont want your money dad, I want you . And if your going to be like this every single time now, I might just have to call the school my only home"  I told him.

"Lynnsey_ don't be like that. I'll meet up with you after I get back from my trip" He said.

"Leave to where ? Does Billy know?" I asked .Billy is my little adoptive brother who loves his family very much but is as sick of Dad's work shifts as I am.