Hello, is it me you're looking for?
(Third person narrative)
Laura Simone strode annoyingly towards the front door. She had had enough of the constant door ringing.
She pulled open the door to reveal a filthy looking girl, about a few years younger than her own nephew.
The girl had burnt scars all over her hands and legs; her dress only a tattered piece of clothing making a decent shield for her feminine body. Her face, thank the Gods, wasn't much of a damage, save for the tiny cuts and bruises littering here and there.
"Um...Mrs.Simone?" She croaked out.
"Ms.Simone, now. How may I help you?" Laura leaned against the door frame.
"uh-Tony Stark has sent me here. He has told me to give this to you."
The girl handed the older woman an envelope bearing the initials T.S.
"Why don't you come inside?" The woman smiles down at the girl, opening the door wider for her to step inside.
"Thank you," smiled the girl, walking into the living area.
Laura sat herself down on the couch, tearing open the envelope and pulling out a letter.
The girl watched her every move with immense curiosity, opting to stand three paces from the couch.
Laura read the letter over and over again, casting passing glances at the teenager who stood motionlessly in her living room.
She finally sighed, folding the paper and tucking it inside the envelope.
"You can stay here as long as you like, dear. What is your name?" Laura smiled at the girl, beckoning her to sit beside her.
The girl limped her way towards the couch and plopped down next to the lady.
"My name is (y/n). I-I can sleep on the couch. I really don't want to be a burden to you," she blurted out.
"Oh it's not a burden at all! I'm glad Michael will have company now."
"Who is Michael?"
"He's my nephew. A bit older than you, but not at all unfriendly. He's in London currently, completing his graduation. Should be back this weekend."
The girl nodded.
"Would you want something to eat?" Laura strutted towards the kitchen.
"Yes, please."
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(y/n) couldn't sleep that night. She tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn't come to her. She wrapped her fingers around the golden, heart pendant she always wore.
It framed photos of two people she loved the most.
Her mom and....
Peter.
The pendant was cold against her warm fingers as she opened it, glancing from photo to photo of the people she would never be able to see again.
That night (y/n) couldn't control the gush of hot tears that continuously slid down her cheeks, wetting her pillow.
She couldn't sleep that night.
Shocker? I think not because these books are way too predictable.
A sequel is being worked on and I hope to start on with it soon.
This is my first ever complete project and I am so happy about it.
Thanks so much guys. Love y'all.
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Fanfiction"Who was she, May?" His voice was scarcely above a breathy whisper. "She was a nobody, Peter. It'll be better if you understood that and moved on," May's voice resonated in his head. "How can you expect me to forget the girl I fell in love with?" ...
