Y/N

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1 NEW MESSAGE FROM FAMILY GC!

I looked up from my dinner plate, watching my phone light up from across the room.

2 NEW MESSAGES FROM FAMILY GC!

Letting out a groan, I set down my unfinished food and scrambled over to my desk. I had chosen to eat alone, to spare myself from any questionable looks May would throw my way, but it was definitely lonely.

34 NEW MESSAGES FROM FAMILY GC!

"Jeez," I scoffed, flipping my phone over, "what is going on?"

Swiping into my phone, I pulled up the messaging app and stared at my screen. Unbelievable.

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FAMILY

[y/n], Steve, Bucky

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FATHER STEVE

How was the first day?

DADDY

We've been waiting for you to text us
But it's been 24 hours and no word

FATHER STEVE

Did you leave your phone

DADDY

Steve she didn't leave her phone
You put it in her backpack yesterday remember

FATHER STEVE

Oh
Right

CHILD

what do you guys want

FATHER STEVE

Hi daughter
We want to know how you're doing

CHILD

I'm not your daughter

DADDY

Well
Legally.....

CHILD

don't say it

DADDY

Why is my name daddy
I thought I told you not to call me that

CHILD

I did it to spite you
Daddy

FATHER STEVE

You're going to make Bucky gag
He's gagging already
Too late
He's off to the bathroom to throw up

CHILD

Please let me come home
I hate it here

FATHER STEVE

this is good for you
are you and Peter getting along

CHILD

define "getting along"

FATHER STEVE

Getting along
phrasal verb of get
"have a harmonious or friendly relationship."

CHILD 

did you search that up on Google

FATHER STEVE

no

CHILD

I don't believe you

FATHER STEVE

it was safari

CHILD

oh wow big difference
but let's get to the point
if you don't rescue me I'll escape on my own

DADDY

if you escape
we're throwing away your plum stash

CHILD

HOW DID YOU FIND IT

DADDY

you hid them in a basket under the couch
it was a bad hiding place

CHILD

YOU WOULDN'T DARE

FATHER STEVE

oh we would

CHILD

fine
what do you want me to do

FATHER STEVE

update us on how things are going
write a little diary
or record a video

CHILD

thats therapist stuff
i don't need a therapist

DADDY

Tony said to do it
so you have to do it

CHILD

fine fine fine
just stay away from my plums

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I clicked off of my phone, setting it back down on the table.

I hated writing, so jotting down my life in a diary didn't seem like an option. I guess I had to find something else. Scanning the room, I started to shuffle through some of the desk drawers, searching for something.

Wedged behind an old comic book, I saw a tiny Video Camera tucked away. Pulling it out, I flipped it open and pressed the media button.

No Video File!

I scrunched my forehead in confusion. It must have been wiped a pretty long time ago.

"This will have to do," I said, setting it down on the desk, "alright."

Pressing the Record button, I waited for the tiny red circle to appear. Once it did, I hesitated, unsure of what to say. There wasn't much to tell, or anything good to tell.

"Hi," I started, "I'm [y/n]."

It wasn't a bad start, I'd just have to keep going from here.

"This is the first video of my adjustment period, and I already screwed up," I sighed, "I told someone I'd break their arm if they insulted my friends, and now the whole school is mad at me.

But... I'm used to it. Everyone starts to hate me at one point. I wish I could tell them that it wasn't me who did the bad things, and that it was the other side of me, but in the end..."

I paused, swallowing my spit in nervousness. It was hard admitting this, but maybe the person watching would understand.

"It was me," I finally said, "I did it, even if I don't remember it. That's the truth, and I can't change it. I just hope this week is over soon."

Nodding my head in conclusion, I reached over to the camera and turned it off. It was good finally getting my feelings out, even if the recording would never be seen.

I felt calm.

At peace for just a second.

"Holy crap!" I heard a muffled voice yell from the other side of the wall.

It was followed by a loud thud, and a painful groan. Peter must have fallen off of his bunk bed again.

"Pete, you okay?" I heard May say, running towards his door.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"What were you doing?"

"Uhh- nothing!"

It was nice hearing May so worried about him. Even just the tiniest noise, and she came running. She really cared about him...

... and that got me thinking.

Picking up a textbook from the bookshelf across the room, I held it above my head and waited till the voices next door quieted down. This was a stupid plan, but I wanted to know.

Wanted to know if someone would come running.

Bracing for the noise, I let the book slip from my fingers, and come crashing to the ground with a giant noise.

There was still silence after the fall, as if I was in the apartment alone. I waited another minute, staring at the closed door in hope, but soon that disappeared.

No one came.