"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾"
Hannah William's nightmare is the boarding school she was sent to. Although she doesn't like to talk about her past, her...
We left right after breakfast (consisting of sandwiches and leftover hotdogs). The car ride today was pretty silent. I think we were all sad that we had to get back to our regular, busy lives. The moment we entered the Tower, the Avengers were overwhelmed with tasks and meetings they had to catch up on. I also had an essay to finish, but first, I called Peter on facetime to tell him about the trip. His hair was pretty long now, I don't know how is this the first time I'm noticing.
"Geez, Spidey Boy, get a haircut, for God's sake!"
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"Nevermind" I sigh. "Guess where I've been the entire weekend!"
"Uh, I don't know, man... Space?" he joked.
"Really funny. I went camping with the team! It was so much fun, and when we got there I used my powers to set the tents, but not at first, 'cause first Clint fell and got stuck, that was really funny, and then me and Wanda set up the tents and then we went for a walk, but it started raining, and we were like, 2 miles away from the camping, I didn't think we could make it, and then Sam tripped and then I saw the camping, but we were soaking wet and-"
"Woah, slow down!" he said.
"Sorry" I mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
He smiled again and I blushed.
"No, I wanna hear about it, but slow down, dude, I just woke up!"
"At 12 pm?? You lazy ass!" I laughed.
We talked and joked for a while, then we played some Minecraft and called MJ and Ned to have a very important discussion about superior Takis flavors.
I got started on my essay really late and submitted it a few minutes before midnight. I went to bed about an hour later, but the nightmares kept me awake all night. I'm so sick of waking up drenched in cold sweat, I'm sick of sobbing into my pillow all night, I'm sick of walking around the room, trying to catch my breath or throwing up in the sink at 3 am. I don't know how much longer I can handle this. But I can't tell anyone, I don't want them to be worried about me. I'll figure it out myself...
(Note: Just a little filler chapter- I know it's really short, please accept Tom Holland above as a form of apology)
