This all started with a story I wrote for my English class and a lot of friends told me to post it, so here we are. This is gonna be a series of short stories based on a shifters point of view.
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I will take request's
I don't do smut mostly c...
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I had started a journey that I thought I would never be able to experience. I never would've thought that this could be a reality. I had awakened, Nat woke me up, she always would kick me out of bed if I was late for training. "Amy, come on, Tony is going to be pissed if you don't get up and get ready right now", the red head told me. Nat and I had been best friends since we escaped the red room together. She had always been the more "responsible" one out of the both of us.
"Alright, alright, jeez Nat, give me a break". I spoke to her in a tone she did not prefer and she pushed me out of bed which made us both laugh a bit. Well, at least now I'm up.
The sun was beaming through the compound as I was getting up from the floor. I looked over to my nightstand were my journal normally sits. I always leave it there and I would use it every day to write down certain things. I keep it away from everyone on the team to make sure they don't find it and read it. I didn't see where it was supposed to be. As I tied up my dirty blonde hair, I asked, "Hey Tasha, have you seen a journal lying around, it's brown, leather, has a lock?". "Oh yeah, I think I saw Wanda have it, why do you ask?".
I panicked, and I am not one to panic. Without a second thought, I sprinted out of my room, down the hall to Wanda's room and when I got there, I saw her reading through it, my journal. *oh no, this isn't going to end well* I thought to myself. "Heyyyy Wands" I said anxiously. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to act weird. She is normally happy to see me but, at that moment, she was serious, as though I wronged her somehow. To be honest, I feel as though I did. "Hey Amy, what's this?", the pale brunette asked me. "Why is there certain information in here about every single one of us, even somethings that people haven't told you, why is this-". Her Sokovian accent was coming out. She sounded really concerned and mad, and when she gets mad, oh it never ends well.
"Wanda, I can explain, I promise, but you need to give that journal back now", I interrupted her, trying to calm her down. Reluctantly, she gave it back. "Okay, so, are you gonna explain yourself, Amy". This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't supposed to happen like this, not now.
I knew the risks when I started this. "Hello, Amy?", her voice snapped me back to reality. "Sorry, sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen this way, actually, it wasn't supposed to happen at all", my heart was racing at the speed of sound when I realized that this might be the end of my adventure. I started talking while making it over to her bed. "So, long story short Wanda, I'm not of this reality, I am of a different one. In my reality, you guys aren't who you are, I can't tell you everything or I'm gonna be gone for a long time." As I sat down and faced her, she sat there in shock, as if she had just heard the worst news possible. "Wanda, can you please say something?". "Wands?". I sat there, upset. Wanda and I have been together for about a few months now but have been in love for about a year. And telling her that she wasn't who she was to me in a different reality broke my heart. I love her, I really do, but I don't think she loves me anymore.
