FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐗𝐗𝐗 | procrastinating

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬
𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

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THE NEXT DAY WAS SUNDAY AND ISLA COULDNT BE MORE GRATEFUL THAT HER LONG, TERRIBLE WEEKEND  WAS COMING TO AN END.

One thing she knew for sure was that she needed to call Paxton and tell him to drop the charges against Vincent as she didn't want this weeks problem to pile onto next week, stressing her out to her wit's end.

And sure, Isla wasn't religious or anything but she knew that Sunday was the day the Lord rested after six days of creating the world around him so she figured why not rest too?

She spent the entire day relaxing in the remainder of the Summer heat, cringing and shivering at each spell of wind that danced over her legs, cooling down her temperature.

At night, all the kids laid beside her in her room as she read them an assortment of fairy tales, putting all sorts of accents and voices as she entertained them with the help of a dandy flashing.

Was she by any chance a fan of Mondays? No, but as it rolled around she couldn't have been more excited to start fresh.

The day started off mediocre, she packed some of the younger kids lunches with the help of Ms Harrington and bid them all goodbye as they piled out the door together hand in hand with giddy smiles on their face. With the exception of Sammy who was pouting as he trailed out after Opal who was dragging him out of the building.

She smiled at the two. She couldn't deny it but the pair was her favourite out of all the little ones.

A few tedious hours passed and it had finally hit two o'clock, it was finally an appropriate hour for her to get ready to meet Peter which just sent a spark of immense joy through her body.

As she was about to head out the door after it hit two-thirty, which was the time Midtown students finished school, and make her way over to Peter's apartment for a study session but she found herself stuck in her spot, standing at the front door with a blank expression on her face as she stared off into the abyss. It wasn't until Ezra swung the door open, jumping, shrieking loudly and falling onto Pierre's chest did she realise that not only had she drifted off into such a sat, but she was almost an hour late to meet up with Peter at the park.

Pierre and Ezra had shared a laugh, not really caring if Isla had joined in or not and grabbed onto her forearm, forcibly dragging her into the living room in hopes of getting her hooked onto this TV Show they had been raving about for the past week.

Their voices were drowned out, however. Isla couldn't wipe off the muggy feeling of Pierre's hand grabbing onto her arm, the touch felt too similar to Darren Cross. Her heart rate fastened as she blankly stared at the TV and when everything felt too much for her she just shut her eyes shut and prayed that Tuesday would've been a better day.

Then, sure enough, it did.

Tuesday couldn't have been a better day than it had been.