𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
HIGHEST RANK: #1 in karen page
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:･ | YELLOW | :･ ･ﾟ ♡︎ — act ii. man of many names
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CHAPTER ONE — welcome to midtown
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'WELCOME TO MIDTOWN HIGHSCHOOL' is what the large banner hanging off of the side of the building read. The letters were painted on fairly well in royal blue and and yellow paint, accompanied by a blue paw print that took up a quarter of the banner.
My first day of school, for real, and I was already fucking sick.
My hand was gripping onto the handle of the car door but I couldn't gain the courage for me to finally pull it and step out of the car. I was excited, but I was also scared. Frank kept telling me I have nothing to worry about with these kids here, but it just made me worry even more.
My eyes left the banner to get a look at the sea of teenagers that overflowed the entrance pathway.
In the crowd I could make out the features of a few people.
A tall-ish brunette girl who was utilizing her phone camera to add some finishing touches to her exceptionally camp makeup as she waited idly behind the people in front of her. She sported a light baby tee that read dump him cutesy pink lettering and low waisted jeans.
A blonde guy with a buzz cut wearing a blue and yellow letterman's jacket over a plain white tee and a pair of light blue jeans.
He was currently giving what looked like a life changing speech judging by his friend's faces who stared up at his towering figure as if he was some type of god.
A very obvious couple making out against one of the pillars that held up the roof of the pathway. Red head girl in a cropped tank and droopy jeans and some blue-hair chick in all black and silver jewelry and...
Peter.
He was leaning nonchalantly against the opposing side of the same exact pillar. His brown tussled hair hung over his face as he peered down at the camera that he held in his hands, continuously clicking at random buttons that sat at the side of the viewing screen.
He wore a navy blue nirvana tee under a black sweater and an brownish-green jacket paired with some slightly, but not too baggy jeans.
He looked pretty.
No, you can't say that. Don't say that, you've known him for like 24 hours what the fuck is wrong with you.
I mean he's fine as shit, but be real.
Soon enough my wild imagination was swiftly kicked to the side when a girl his age places a gentle hand on his shoulder with a beaming beautiful smile, and of course Peter looked up at her with admiration returning her small gesture.
