"I hate brunettes."
"You are one."
"Your point?"
A love story, you could call it. A love story between two brunettes. He's perfect, and she's broken. He's had a crush on her, and she hates him. He's a hero, and she becomes a villain.
He's Peter Park...
"Put your dress on," Gwen says, shoving the dress at me. "I'll do your makeup."
"Why do I have to put on makeup? It stands against everything I stand for," I whine, walking to a different room to change.
"And what do you stand for?" Gwen asks, arching an eyebrow.
"No makeup!" I shout, stamping my foot like a child.
"Just change," she says, rolling her eyes. She's used to me acting like a child when I don't want to do something. It's one of my defining traits. Normally, I act like I don't care about anything, but when I whine, I become a passionate five-year-old.
Slipping into the dress, I start wondering what's happening at my house. They told me they were going to be home today to see me before the party. I asked Gwen if we could stop there on our way to the party. I gave the excuse that I have something at home that I want to take to the party, not that my usually-absent parents might be there for me.
I slowly turn around, looking through the mirror at how the dress looks on me. I slip on some combat boots because I'm sure as hell not wearing heels or anything but boots or sneakers.
I walk out, the boots making a muffled clip clop sound on the pristine hardwood floors.
"I'm a proud mother," Gwen chokes out, putting a hand to her heart.
"Shut up," I say, chuckling as I sit down on the chair for her to do my makeup.
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Nervous feelings course through my veins as I cautiously open the door. A hopeful smile lights my face as I see a light on in the living room.
That smile drops off my face as I see none of them sitting waiting for me. I hear a quiet groan from a bedroom, meaning one of them is here but forgot. Surprise, surprise! All that is in the room is a blue ball with weird marks on it.
I walk into the room, grumbling angrily. "They can't do shit for me. I deserve better. I've never done anything." My hand reaches to the blue ball, curious to what it does and why it's here. Almost as if sensing my anger, the ball gets agitated and heats up. As I wrap the ball with my fingers, I feel an energy coursing through the sphere, transferring to my hand.
Electric fingers claw out of the ball, encasing me in a light I can only describe as beautiful. A gasp escapes my mouth as warmth floods throughout my body, starting at my hand. My feet lift off the ground as pure power floods through my veins.
All that is in my mind: Others deserve to feel this pain.
Almost as fast as it came, it's gone. My feet crash to the ground, and I don't feel different. I put a hand to my racing heart, throwing the sphere away with the other hand. Terrified, I stumble to the door to get out of this apartment. I walk down the stairs as my feet tremble. I get back to Gwen and my heart has slowed down a little bit.
"Ooh, what'd you do to your hair? That was so fast!" Gwen says, touching my hair.
"What is it?" I ask, my hands flying to my head.
"There are some blue streaks. It looks so cool!" She says in awe.
"Yeah," I say in awe, too. Maybe not everything is the same.
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