Authors note :. I know it's been awhile. A long while. But I hope you realize this oneshot is only part one of my apology. Writers block is a horrible experience
X)X)X)X)X)X)X)X)XX)
Her grandmother called her a genius. For years, people had been making clever statements about how the country girl from Resembool was smarter than your average twenty nine year old male mechanic. About how, no matter what top-class engineers would say to her, no matter what kind of automail models presented to her, you couldn't stomp her. Winry Rockbell was not your average girl.
She didn't want to believe that. Winry was one of the girls. OK, Winry was LIKE one of the girls. Even though she preferred a wrench and hammers than a makeup container and nail polish, Winry was a girl. She may not be a girly girl, but she was a girl. Even though she doesn't go around fronting skirts all the time and she is patient enough to not knock out anybody who accuses her of being a weirdo( even though she knows she is one. It just annoys the hell out of her when she hears it ALL THE TIME! ). Winry knows her weird. But then again, she also doesn't care. She knows that the average girl doesn't go around talking about mechanics. She knows the average girl doesn't know how to perform automail surgery. Or how she met Fuhrer Bradley- not everyone can say that. Hell, she knows the average girl isn't close to Edward or Alphonse Elric.
Even now, while Edward his self is sitting in her house, along with two fully grown men who are apparently chimeras (one Ed refers her to as Mr. Gorilla) along with a homunculus that keeps calling himself Greed, Winry knows that this isn't an average day for a girl. Not by a longshot. But then again, Winry wasn't your average girl.
Authors note:. SO did you like it!? Once again, I'm so sorry about this! I'll try to write another story soon! R&R! ASXSkull xForYou