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Kennedy's Journal
It's been two weeks, to miserable week of this wretched place, And I have to sleep on the floor almost every night, there isn't even carpet! I don't know how much longer I can take it, I remember why my younger self ran away, even living on the streets is better than this stuffy, crowded, dingy, prison they call a children's home. I know I told Tony that I wouldn't run away again, but he doesn't know what it's like to have to live here, I think he would run away too. Peter hasn't made an attempt to call me yet, either that or they won't let me take his calls. I have been trying my best not to cry too much, especially around the little girls, I know they need someone to show them hope, so I put on a hopeful face for them, even though I have none myself. Two days ago I started seeing a woman who I recognise as my first caregiver when I was sent here before, she knew all about me and my story, and was one of the only people I talked to back then. I wonder if she recognises me, and I wonder if she remembers Jason. She just came into the room, I'm gonna go ak her.
I carefully close my journal and clutch it to my chest as I carefully pick my way across the crowded room, careful not to step on anyone's feet. When I reach the other side of the room I wait patiently while the blond woman lays a small sleeping girl on a bed. She stands back up and I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention, she turns around and looks me over with a kind smile.
"Hello miss Rose, do you remember me?" I inquire. She looks me over once more with a more studying eye. All of a sudden she seems to realize who I am.
"Kennedy?" She asks in surprise. I nod with a genuine smile, and she hugs me tightly.
"I can't believe it's you, what have you been doing all these years?" She asks, pulling me out of the room so we can talk.
"I've been living on my own, which quite frankly was better than living here."
"How did you end up back here?"
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Daughter of Stark #Wattys2017
FanfictionThis is a story about me, in this book you will read all about my life and the interesting experiences I've had, who am I you ask? I am the daughter of Tony Stark. Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any character associated with it , the only charac...
