adrianaortega@hotmail.com
I can't believe the break is almost over
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
me either.
skylartheartist@gmail.com
Ugggggh i don't want to go back to school
adrianaortega@hotmail.com
Wanna meet up before then? Ruben topleys has good spaghetti
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
or we could get sushi.
adrianaortega@hotmail.com
You and your high bred tastes 🙄
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
what do you think mckinnley?
skylartheartist@gmail.com
Mckinnley hasn't responded in weeks
adrianaortega@hotmail.com
She's not a texter
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
still. are you ignoring us mckinnley? did we do something? I swear it was skylar's fault, not mine.
skylartheartist@gmail.com
Hey!
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
starry skye.
*sorry
skylartheartist@gmail.com
maybe she's too busy texting Harley
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
nah she likes peter, doesn't she?
adrianaortega@hotmail.com
Who knows 🤷🏽♀️
mamaimarichcharlie@outlook.com
Mckinnley does.
MCKINNLEY MCKINNLEY MCKINNLEY
skylartheartist@gmail.com
she's a person not bloody mary
My thumb hovered above the keyboard of my cellphone. Danny had sent it with a box of my stuff, and it had taken me the better part of an hour to go through all my text messages. Now that I had finished them, what do I say? Tell them I lost my phone? That I had been busy with Christmas plans? That the Avengers kidnapped me and I was unconscious for a week from falling off a bridge?
I sighed, and shut off my phone. That seems like a tomorrow problem.
Feeling mentally tired but physically energized, I leaned back onto the pillows of my bed. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and do nothing—but the other part wanted so much to go for a run. I hadn't been able to go running since I had gotten here. There was the whole unconscious thing, plus having a leg injury, and even now I doubt they would let me run free around the compound. Not after yesterday's scene.
My eyes opened, and I stared at my hand in front of my face. Why? I had always been the master of my powers. I owned them, not the other way around.
The only good thing that came out of losing control was the Avengers leaving me alone. After Wanda's visit last night to offer her help—as if I'd take that offer—I had been alone. Even as the sun started to set outside my window, there was no interaction from outside my bedroom door except for a plate of food.
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The Life I'm Running From
FanfictionYou don't get to chose your birth. McKinnley Bradden never chose to be a demigod. But living as a 'normal' teenager proves to be harder than expected. She's got classes she doesn't know anything about, drama between friends, and the ever-challenging...
