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05:02. I need to get breakfast started. Scarlett is already up and staring at me. Fear is woven in her face. Patting her head, I tell her I'll be ok. Scarlett is the oldest of all the orphan kids, excluding me, and she's the wisest. "Wake everyone else up."

Ms Gurio isn't awake yet. That's the first thing that passes through my mental barrier into my thought space. The second is Eggs with salt, option of sauce.

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Anger is strewn across her face. What did I do this time? A fist slams into my stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs. Another punch comes for my ribs. "You broke it." She growls. Broke what? A kick rounds itself behind my knees, and I fall to the ground. Another kick is aimed to my ribs. And insult is thrown. "Stupid child!" A punch to my nose, and blood trickles down to my mouth, the gross, metallic flavour ruining my appetite. "Brat." She glares while grabbing my collar, and lifting me to my feet. Not letting go as she hits me.

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School. My second least favourite thing. Tom's ready. He's getting everyone else ready, too.

Struggling into class with my broken ribs, I know I'm late. Heaving myself into my chair, grabbing my pencil from my bag and putting a 'all good' face on. I'm vaguely aware of the fact that I seem completely out of it. Mr Harrington asks me a question, and I answer it without looking up.

Lunch at last. A break from the classroom. I sit on a table at the end, and some guy who I think is Peter and his crew sit on my table, but I'm immersed in my book, so I barely notice them. Until Peter takes my book. I stand so I'm eye to eye with him, but he's taller than I thought. He gives my book back, and I sit down ready to go back to my own world, when Peter and his group start talking to me. "So... what's your name?" The dork asks.
"Willow." My reply is less than formal.
"I'm Peter, this is MJ and Ned." Ned gives me a little wave. Am I stuck with these kids now? MJ seems cool, though.

Mr Dell's class is last in my list. "Alright, we're doing a test." Boos flood the room. Some people start mumbling. "It's a test for a Stark internship." Boos go away, and happy mumbles, with the occasional competitive snarl, replace the noise. The test is easy. Too easy. Why would Stark make them this quick to do? Either way, I bring my test to Mr Dell, and soon, everyone else does too. We just randomly start watching Rick and Morty to pass the time.

The servo is basically empty. Bethan is bored and ready for me to take over for her. Whipping out my phone, I open it to YouTube shorts, and connect to the gas station wifi.

I'm about 20 minutes into my job, when some guy with a gun walks in. "Black ski mask, 8 inch pistol... geez dude. Do you really think you're being original?" I stifle a laugh. "It's Beth's job to take the money and put it in the safe. I don't know the passcode. There is no money in the register, and none in my pockets." That's a lie. Beth doesn't know the code either. There is money in the register, but I've always been good at lying, so I think he believes me. Cobwebs cover the guy from behind. Your friendly neighbourhood superhero, Spooderman. The gun is pulled away.
"Are you ok, miss?" Spider-Man asks. His voice is surprisingly familiar. Maybe I heard his non-superhero side before, when I was on a walk or something.
"Fine. Thanks for the help."

As we finish tying the guy to a pole for the cops, the Spider swung away, calling out a farewell. "Bye Willow!" He called, barely audible. Did I tell him my name? I'm fairly certain I'd remember if I told him my name.

Walking back to the orphanage, I hope I'm not late.

Scarlet and Dustin are upstairs in my room. They're sitting on my rag of a bed, and glaring at me. "Crazy Council is..." I trail off looking at my phone. "3 days. What are you doing in my room?" I sit down between them, shoving them aside.
"Chill. We just want to remind you that you're stupid. You forgot to mention how beautiful she was this morning." At Scar's reminder, I curse under my breath. Shit. Really? Last time, she slapped me, and kicked me. What would she do this time?

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A/n so short chapter. Might start giving the chapters ✨ creative names ✨
Might not feel like it.

Bye. Have a nice life.