dusty days

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I was Sam's adopted daughter. Key word was. He dusted. Like uncle Bucky, uncle T'challa, and half the earth. My dad... My dad wa-is my hero. I, Y/N Anne Willson am sorry and will help as much as possible till I get him back. Saddly, I still have school at midd tech high. Uncle Thor is verry deeply tired and hurt. I think he may be an alchaholic again.

If you're wondering where I am, I am at school, in in the hall, crying with flurries of animals all around. I just found out that, dad... Dad died.

I have to live with uncle Steve. Sure he is cool and treats me as his own, but... I miss dad but now I have to deal with depression, anxiety, and trama.

When a boy with shaggy raven hair, big brown eyes, star wars shirt, and cackys walked up to me. What he said surprised me most.

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