Nephele Vaughn stared up at the sky. It was Saturday, and she was glad that the week of school was over. It had been a few days since she had met Bryan and told him about his father and her's, and she hoped that he wasn't going to totally avoid her because of that. She'd lost plenty of friends to the fact that her father was a super-villain, and so she'd stopped revealing it. Part of her hoped that he might actually want to be her friend, but the other part was scared that he would hate her for telling him about his father. She sighed, a slight puff of air coming from her lips.
Since it was nearing December, the weather had taken a turn for the cold. It was chilly in the early afternoon, and there was the slightest hint of your breath when you breathed out. However, the sun was out and shining, which gave the illusion of warmth. She wore a dark jacket, which was in great contrast to her hair and skin. Her foster parents had insisted on her wearing the new one that they had gotten her, though she hated taking the things they'd bought for her. Sure, they were really nice people, but every time they gave her something more, she felt they were just deepening a hole of debt. She hated owing people, and therefore hated receiving things without a special reason. Birthdays and holidays were fine, but any time else was uncalled for.
Though, she had to admit she was grateful for the coat as a cold wind picked up, biting her nose as it flew around her face. She smiled a bit. Winter was her favorite season of the year, and she couldn't wait for it to start. Sometimes she wished she lived in places like Canada or Alaska, as they always seemed to be cold year round. She would rather be cold than hot. The cold always seemed to rejuvenate her, and make her feel more alive. It'd been that way since she was a child. It was also the one season her father had actually seemed to care about her. If he went on a robbery around Christmas, he would always bring her back some kind of present. Most likely it had been stolen or bought with stolen money, but as a child she hadn't cared. She suspected that the reason he was so nice was that it had been her mother's favorite holiday and season as well, and he felt obligated to honor her mother by being nice. Still, for whatever his reason, she had loved it.
Won't be any presents from him this year. Nephele thought. There hadn't been any since he'd been arrested by some big shot super hero. Now, Nephele wasn't a villain, and she sometimes hated her father for being one, envying those who had loving people for parents, but for some reason she had a bit of a prejudice when it came to heroes. Sure, she was happy when horrible men and women were put in jail, but part of her hated the heroes, and she supposed it came from being raised by a super-villain. There were parts of her that scared her sometimes, parts that only came out at her darkest moments. Shaking her head, Nephele cleared her thoughts.
She sighed, and glanced around the park. Because of the cold not many people were out. Those who were there were mostly joggers or people out for a mid-day stroll. It was nice and quiet, a beautiful day to be at the park in Nephele's opinion. Nephele surveyed the scene once more, and noticed a few new comers into the area. She squinted her eyes, as it seemed that one of them looked familiar. She decided to stay on the bench and wait for the people to get nearer, as it seemed they were heading in her direction anyways.
Since it was nearing December, the weather had taken a turn for the cold. It was chilly in the early afternoon, and there was the slightest hint of your breath when you breathed out. However, the sun was out and shining, which gave the illusion of warmth. She wore a dark jacket, which was in great contrast to her hair and skin. Her foster parents had insisted on her wearing the new one that they had gotten her, though she hated taking the things they'd bought for her. Sure, they were really nice people, but every time they gave her something more, she felt they were just deepening a hole of debt. She hated owing people, and therefore hated receiving things without a special reason. Birthdays and holidays were fine, but any time else was uncalled for.
Though, she had to admit she was grateful for the coat as a cold wind picked up, biting her nose as it flew around her face. She smiled a bit. Winter was her favorite season of the year, and she couldn't wait for it to start. Sometimes she wished she lived in places like Canada or Alaska, as they always seemed to be cold year round. She would rather be cold than hot. The cold always seemed to rejuvenate her, and make her feel more alive. It'd been that way since she was a child. It was also the one season her father had actually seemed to care about her. If he went on a robbery around Christmas, he would always bring her back some kind of present. Most likely it had been stolen or bought with stolen money, but as a child she hadn't cared. She suspected that the reason he was so nice was that it had been her mother's favorite holiday and season as well, and he felt obligated to honor her mother by being nice. Still, for whatever his reason, she had loved it.
Won't be any presents from him this year. Nephele thought. There hadn't been any since he'd been arrested by some big shot super hero. Now, Nephele wasn't a villain, and she sometimes hated her father for being one, envying those who had loving people for parents, but for some reason she had a bit of a prejudice when it came to heroes. Sure, she was happy when horrible men and women were put in jail, but part of her hated the heroes, and she supposed it came from being raised by a super-villain. There were parts of her that scared her sometimes, parts that only came out at her darkest moments. Shaking her head, Nephele cleared her thoughts.
She sighed, and glanced around the park. Because of the cold not many people were out. Those who were there were mostly joggers or people out for a mid-day stroll. It was nice and quiet, a beautiful day to be at the park in Nephele's opinion. Nephele surveyed the scene once more, and noticed a few new comers into the area. She squinted her eyes, as it seemed that one of them looked familiar. She decided to stay on the bench and wait for the people to get nearer, as it seemed they were heading in her direction anyways.