Who: Summer Roberts What: Being moody Where: Under the bleachers at school When: Friday, during lunch (backdated) Warning: Some discussion of Avengers IW stuff in case people haven't seen it yet; also teen overdramatics Status: Closed/Narrative
Summer was starting to feel frustrated. She was feeling a whole range of things from anger to sadness to loneliness to jealousy. For the most part, when she started to feel things like emotions, she tried to suppress them. After all, she had a sort of reputation to maintain. She was the one who kept it together, who was cool under pressure and didn't lash out. That was Molly's thing, and everyone cared and worried and doted on her during those times.
Summer was starting to feel like no one cared that she, too, was going through a hard time. Maybe she needed to stir things up, to have a meltdown, or tell her parents she hated them. Or just get in trouble at all. Would people start caring then?
She really hated thinking like that. She loved her life here, she loved her family, and yes, she loved Molly. She was her sister, and that wouldn't change. But she was also mad. She didn't want to be, but it hurt a lot when Molly gave her the cold shoulder just for daring to talk to Shuri. Though Molly was more apologetic now, Summer hadn't quite been ready to move on. She had a right to hold a grudge about it for a few days. Of course, it wasn't enough to prevent her from getting her sister an awesome birthday present.
The truth was, Summer was dealing with a lot. She was dealing with more than anyone her age should deal with, and she wasn't used to that. Peter was gone. He didn't just return home. He'd gone to his death. She knew it, and she hadn't yet properly grieved. Evie was the one to point it out to her. She hadn't mourned him the way she should, and now she hated herself for it. She just wasn't good at this kind of thing. She'd never dealt with loss like this before.
She wasn't sure how to. All she wanted was to be alone. She didn't want to be around people, because they tended to suck lately. She didn't want to be at school. She certainly didn't feel like being in a cafeteria full of people talking and laughing and being stupid.
She chose to sit under the bleachers outside, instead. She sat there alone, picking at her food and wishing she had a flask of something illegal to her. If she was back home in Newport Beach, she'd have that flask already. For now, she'd stay out here, even as the bell was ringing. Classes were lame, anyway.