The Pepper Crew

Chapter 1

Well, it all started with a bad feeling. Bad feelings start in your gut and rise up to your heart and eventually your mind. You start to believe it more and more as you grow and that feeling is still in the back of your mind.

Something clicked a while ago in my head that switched the bad feeling to a good feeling. I met a few people who are to this day some of the greatest people I know.

High school drop out. We call him Otch, his last name, because his first name, Dean, doesn't match his personality at all. He's got more brains than most would think.

Just goes to show you judge a book by its contents not the outside.

The spastic clown in front of friends but a shy little puppy around anyone she doesn't know, Wren Franklin, or Frank.

The group motivator or otherwise leader if a team effort is needed is named Mattrea. Bizarre right? Yeah so we just call her Matt.

We of course have a total dork, klutz, and super chill person in the group. His name... we don't know. One day Matt just whispered, "Hey taxi driver, you're about to run into a hot chic with coffee and she already looks pissed. Look up for once!"

Matt explained her calling him taxi driver because of his yellow hat and yellow/black plaid shoes. And its the first thing that came out of her mouth.

So we just call him Taxi.

Otch usually wears nice-ish pants with a light blue button up tuck in and black suspenders. How classy of him.

Frank wears the same style everyday. Knee length khaki/cargo guy shorts and a tank top of some bright color. Her hair is above her chin but you can't tell due to it being stuck out in all directions but still softly.

Matt is dressed not at all what you would expect out of her personality. Its not even considered a style really.

Matt wears mid thigh cute black shorts and a superhero tee or something fandom related. And, I kid you not, a trench coat. Not to mention her bow ties.

Taxi rocks his yellow hat and shoes. But typically he will have on a pink too tight short sleeve. But it looks awesome on him because he's fit.

And I don't mean a dull pink either. I mean full out neon pink. I swear its made from glow sticks.

What am I like? I'm the one that can be classified as anything really. Frank and Taxi try to tell me I'm the odd one out. But I feel that somewhere there's a right place for me. I have a category.

Throughout this story even I will find out who I am.

I wear a plaid jacket with the sleeves rolled up over a shirt with a sarcastic comment on it. Also on my shirt will be a name tag with my name for the day. It changes.

One day I showed up late to a meeting at work. My name tag said, "Hello my name is BOOBS" on it.

My boss wasn't very excited to see me at that point...

Otherwise my name is Charlynn. Charlynn Greene. The group calls me Char though.

We came together in very odd and different ways.

I met the rest of the group through Matt. I was 23, fresh out of college and at a Marvel comic con for Age of Ultron. She was nice - and loud. As I was trying to get down the aisle she knocked into me.

"Oh my chuck! I am so sorry!! You ok?" She helped me up.

"Yeah, I'm fine it's totally fine. Just a klutz. Oh my chuck?" I stammered.