"How could you not feel anything?? shes dead!!!" I stubbled down into my knees and started to cry again, but she did not move.
"WHERE WHERE YOU!!!" no response.
"Madalyn!" nothing but I could see a single teardrop falling from her left eye. then she went back upstairs.
(1 week later)
"peter parker peter parker to the principles office please"
now was NOT the day for this I did not get off my seat and ned looked confused why I did not get up until Mr.harrigtom pointed to the door. ugh, I guess I better go.
I opened the principles office only to find 2 men sitting there odd, then my spider senses started tingling I turned around to see one of the men touching my shoulder and telling me to sit down? well, that's new I thought my spider senses only warned me about danger? I shrugged it off
"peter I am here to tell you I am truly sorry about your aunt"
"Mr.harrigton what is this about" I know that sounded rude but I really don't want to talk about my aunt not now at least its enough for me that Madalyn refused to talk to me for the last week. I cant handle any more pressure
"heh... I know you're going through a lot and i don't want to push you, but since your aunt died, child protective services are here there going to move you to a new home"
"h-h-home?" what home? there's no more home without aunt may
"yes pack your things you'll be going there now"
"but I still did not finish the school day!" I tried distracting her as much as possible but it did not work
"don't you have your twin aged sister at home she needs to pack to" (twin aged means same age)
"heh..."
"I'm sorry for your loss" and with that, I walked out of the room tears flooding my eyes when did life get so sceptical?
Tonys p.o.v
is it wrong that I'm worriedd? no no it's not wrong the kid just probable got his phone taken away from him or something? no he's smart hell probably figure out how to fix the problem.. what if he got shot? or mugged? wait... IS HE DEAD!!! shit!"
"tony!!! calm down you need to calm down the kid will text us when he wants to text us you know he likes the group and he's a good kid he won't get in trouble with those sort of things" peppers calm voice soothed me
"heh...maybe your right I am over-reacting, maybe I'm wrong " I totally am not!!!!
"exactly now ill be in bed you come up later and get some rest you need it" and with that, she left.
"or maybe i am not!" I mumbled and I started tracking the kid's phone he seems to be in a car...driving to an.......orphanage?
peters.p.o.v
the place seemed um....interesting at first I think I might actually like it here ya, ya, this place can't be all that bad. I looked down at my sister who was just looking into blank space and then just when I was about to talk she entered the building
"h-hello?"
"what do you want?" a smelly old man opened the door he looked obese and his shirt was covered this grease and it looks like he was drinking
I saw my sisters eyes flashing...blue?????? wait-
I looked down on her again and I saw that her eyes where brown huh I guess I might been paranoid or something....or will be paranoid.....
"ow, your that kid that lost his aunt! I would feel pity but like come on you've already lost everyone else in your life" I could not help but tear-up he was right everyone in my life dies because of me...." he spat out his cigarette and pushed us both inside as soon as he tried to push my sister back inside to she broke his finger damn
this. is not what I expected of a first impression-
"AHHHHH YOU F***n B**** WHAT THE HELLL???!!" and then he slapped her across her cheek she did not move but as soon as he did I moved right to him and pushed him backwards
"touch her again and your dead"
"talk to me like that again and you'll be dead within a week" he smirked and then slapped me twice he was about to kick me but me sister took then hit for me and pulled my arm so we ran all the way back upstairs.
Madalyn p.o.v
we arrived to the hell hole they call a home the house looked awful it had the atmosphere that would say get the hell out of here before its too late! I stared into the building until I noticed that my brother wanted to talk to me so I ran and rung the doorbell I don't want to talk to anyone I haven't in a week and I'm not planning it anytime soon, all of the deaths in our family all happen because of...me...
"h-hello?" peter said
"what do you want?" a smelly old man opened the door he looked obese and his shirt was covered this grease and it looks like he was drinking. wait- the f*** ow no he better not be one of those foster parents that don't give a shit about there child I started to get worried then peter looked down on me shocked for a split second before turning his head back down before he could I looked at the widow shit I forgot my lenses at home!! ok, try your best not to feel that way your eyes will remain brown not change colour under other emotions breath....
he looked back down but stayed there for a couple of seconds before he looked back up i let out a breath did not know I was holding in
"ow, your that kid that lost his aunt! I would feel pity but like come on you've already lost everyone else in your life" I could not help but tear-up he was right everyone in my life dies because of me...." he spat out his cigarette and pushed peter in the hell?? ok NO ONE touches my big brother when he tried to push me back in I broke his finger I couldn't help but feel horrified and satisfied by what I did
so much for a good first impression-
"AHHHHH YOU F***n B**** WHAT THE HELLL???!!" and then he slapped me across my cheek honestly it did not hurt at all if anything it felt like a tickle but as soon as he did peter moved right to him and pushed him backwards
"touch her again and your dead"ow shit-
"talk to me like that again and you'll be dead within a week" he smirked and then slapped him twice he was about to kick him but I took then hit and I pulled his arm so we ran all the way back upstairs. we will have to put up with this later as soon as peter got up the stares I gave him a look that would say 'touch him and your f***dead this is not over'
