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ISLA'S STOMACH WAS IN BITS.
It was the first day she was to step foot in a school building in over seven years and her heart was going a mile a minute. But it wasn't because she felt anxious about going there, mingling and learning basic concepts with other kids her age.
So, Isla while making sure that her window was completley sealed one last time all while cursing Teresa for not closing it and mourning over another lost bomber jacket set off to school along with Ezra and Pierre, carrying her water logged box.
But she eventually ended up deviating from that, telling that she had other things to do to set her mind straight before she even thought about stepping foot into that school.
She was remotely more relaxed compared to earlier that morning, knowing that she wasn't going to step foot in that school, not even letting a single hair on her precious get into that school.
She struggled to bring her right hand to her mouth, chewing on her swollen nails as she used the other to promptly pull out her necklace from under her sweater. She placed the floral shaped necklace in its designated spot and it opened with a click.
She sighed in relief after seeing the papers were still intact.
She needed to know more about her memories and her grandmother seemed to the most reasonable person to ask. She would've asked Ms Vane herself but she didn't trust her as much, well not after last night anyways.
As much as the kids in the care home looked out for each other, they looked out for themselves more. Snitching on one and other in hopes of getting an extra cookie for dessert.
She had already had the first part of the plan done which included her bribing Pierre and Ezra with twenty dollars each with the promise that they'd both keep their mouth shut and tell Mrs Harrington that she hadn't left their sight all day.
But she didn't how was she going to avoid talk to her grandmother without Ms Vane and the court knowing but she came up with a plan that involved a particular boy with a fascination for lego's.
She sat in the park, mindlessly going through the cryptic notes in the box. She went through them in hopes of finding anything but so far nothing new had caught her eye other than a letter or two from Scott who dared to add to her precious collection.
She narrowed her eyes, pulling out a letter after noticing the familiar spiral showing once again on one of the pages. She flipped it over, looking at the backside, it was blank as it was full.
Maybe if I just...
She brought the note to the sun, squinting her eyes as the harsh luminent body strained her eyes. The page turned transparent under the hard light, revealing nothing. She sighed, lowering the paper. The paper thwacked as it hit her lap. She tried again with another page, new words appearing on the page but something else caught her eye instead. It was just the guy she had been looking for.
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FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER
Fanfic"You can't just fight Flash Thompson in the middle of class?" "Yes I can, and you're going to watch me!" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── In which a discarded foster kid with severe familial and emotional issues and a special power fa...
