As soon as the bell rang, every single student Rushed me. Asking if I was going to the party. If I'd be going with that jerk, Matt Thomson. Y'see I'm kinda popular here at Midtown High. Unlike my father, who was bullied by Matt ' father, Flash Thompson. But away from this topic, there's this Christmas Party coming up, this weekend. But I don't really wanna go. I'd like to stay home and study. There's this huge Test coming up in ELA and Algebra worth 46% of my grade. My mom and dad will be Extremely disappointed if I flunked.
"Yeah, no. Uh. I'm going to go out with.... "
I tried to tell them I can't , or font want, to go to thhe party, but there was no way to tell them without pulling down my 'cool' status.
Right then my phone began to vibrate. Aw yes, An excuse! I'll tell them my mom wants me outside Pronto! So I answered the phone and walked outside
"Hello?" I answered.
"Ann, your dad will be out today. Him and the Avengers has some work to be done." My mom replied
"How long will he be gone?"
"Hopefully not long. You should call him before he boards the plane."
So after telling my mom 'I'll see you soon. Later love you ' I called my dad.
"Hey dad" I said
"Anne. Hey! So your Mom told
You I was going, huh?" My dad questioned
"Yeah. How long will you be gone?" I answerd almost immediately
"Uh...about two years or so...."
What?
"What? Dad, Newyork needs you! What exactly are you doing, that'll take up two whole years?
"Ah, Y'see anne, there's this new generation of heroes. I'm gonna be a teacher! An Strategy teacher!"
My dad cheerfully responded. He sounded so happy...
"Then why can't I come?"
"Furry says it would be bad to have a sibling in my classroom. He says I may be to bias. Plus, your not even old enough Your 15. Half of the students here are in there early 20s."
I was so upset I could only respond with an 'oh'
"But Your Newyork guardian. The king of
queens. Who's gonna protect Newyork now?"
"Well-----" my dad's voice was cut off by the sound of Captain America "SPIDER-MAN! C'mon!" He shouted
"Uh, I've gotta go AMP! Bye!"
Amp was an Acronym for Annie May Parker. It is what my dad would normally call me.
Before I could even say 'bye' he hung up. He couldn't even answer my question.
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