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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
the letters ( pt.2 )
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ISLA DRUMMED HER FINGERS ALONG THE TABLE and purred her lips as she waited for her breakfast from the waitress. Willingly hanging out with Lilith had been awkward to say the least.
The two were typically never met with silence, always having to but no words had been spoken since they had left the graveyard. Isla just brushed it off, assuming that both their losses were just effecting the mood of the table at the moment.
Her eyes fell of Lilith momentarily as she watched the girl run her hands through her hair, with her head slightly titled to the side and her hand stopping just about half way before running down to the side of her face and resting at her chin.
Isla bit her lip, she must've been thinking hard about something, mulling over an incredible decision that Isla possibly wouldn't be able to understand and honestly didn't want to. Her mind was still stuck looking at her mother's infested grave with great pain.
She looked out the window, her mind slowly drifting away as she thought about her mother.
"Isabella," Her mother spoke, grabbing the girls attention from the window. She smiled down at her daughter, waving a bottle of syrup on her hand. "Do you want me to put a smiley face on your pancakes?"
Isabella shook her head, pushing a chunk of hair out of her face. "No, thank you."
Gianna's smile dropped slightly, but Isla paid no mind to it, the little girl's eyes were glued to the pancakes on the table. She hadn't felt like eating, in fact she hadn't felt like doing anything.
"What's wrong with my little gem."
"Nothing." Isla mumbled, pushing the plate of pancakes away from herself.
Frowning, Gianna watched as the plate of pancakes slid across the table. She was used to her kid , it ached for her to see her with a long face. It just didn't suit the girl. "If it's about your father we've already been through this. He—"
"The kids at school think I'm a freak." Isla interrupted loudly, gaining a few stared from the people around her.
Gianna didn't care however, rage filling in her system as she thought about the idea of people saying anything bad about her kid. "A freak?"
"When I'm mad, really mad something bad always!"
Gianna ruffled her hands with her hair, her head titled as her hands reached just about half way through her hair before running down the side of her face. Her hand rested under her chin as she listened to what her daughter had to say.
"The class gerbil attacked Betty after she made fun of you!"
"Isla..."
"And, and when another kid accused me of copying his answers, his homework blew to shreds!" She said, her eyes wide as she relived the moment. She could steal feel the ash of the paper brush against the skin. "Out of nowhere!"
"Isla."
"All the dodgeballs exploded after Flash told everyone to target me — because of me!"
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FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
