I look pretty good for a dead B*tch. (She's alive!)

Hello! I have absolutely nothing to say for myself. I am so sorry. Mental Health and my 5 AP classes said absolutely not.

I'm going to update again! I'm absolutely too stubborn to not! I sure hope it'll be sooner than multiple months, but I know better than to promise that now. I have the next 3 or

4 planned out though, so it shouldn't be too much longer.

I love you all! Any constructive comments help, especially since I'm majorly out of my groove due to the break. Thank you for reading!


Phil had considered today's meeting a success. They finished up the end of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom from last time, and people had enjoyed it. Of course, he had fully been intending to find a sub or just push the meeting back in order to help look after Kora, but Melinda had practically forced him out of the house. Maybe he had been a little overbearing with his anxiety. so what? Who could blame him! Being a parent was stressful.

A parent. The words sounded strange yet warm in his mind as he began mulling over the responsibilities and joys he would come to experience as a caregiver. A guardian. A parent.

Almost everyone had cleared out of the classroom, only a few students stayed behind, helping him pick up chairs and stack desks for the cleaning that would occur over the weekend. Phil could name Bobbi, Bucky, Nat, and Daniel, but he was still working on the names of a few underclassmen- He knew the twins were Wanda and Pietro, though.

"Mr. Coulson?" Phil could hear Daniel's voice ask behind him, a tone of urgency bursting from the words. As soon as Phil turned around, he could tell something was very, very wrong. "Skye's in danger."

Phil nearly dropped the chair he was holding, catching it just before it hit the ground, then stacking it with the rest.

"Where is she? What sort of danger?" he asked, crossing the room to his car keys. "Do we need to call the police?"

"I- I don't know," Daniel stuttered out, grabbing his coat. "She just said that she needed help." He shoved his phone at Mr. Coulson, The maps app pulled up. "She shared her location."

Mr Coulson grabbed the phone quickly, halfway to the door before he realized that there were other students in the room.

"Okay, everyone make sure all your stuff is out of the room. Bobbi, can you wait with those who don't have rides? Everyone else needs to go home immediately."

Bobbi nodded dutifully, guiding a few of the freshman out into the main area by the school. The rest dispersed, a cloud of worry surrounding everyone. Phil locked the door to the classroom and left the building, making it halfway to his car by the time he realized Daniel had been following him.

"Daniel, you absolutely cannot come with. You need to go home, okay? I'm not willing to endanger another student. Besides, wont your parents be waiting for you?"

"My mom doesn't get home until 11:30, sir. My dad is on a work trip. Besides, you need my phone to find the house. Please? I'll stay in the car." At this point, They were right outside Coulson's car and he didn't have the time to say no.

Phil sighed, nodding. "Get in the car and call the police. Give them the location and the circumstances. And you're going to stay. in. The car. Understood?"

Daniel nodded. Hell, he was just happy to be here. With a sense of urgency, he got into the passenger side of the car and dialed 911. "Hey yes- There's an incident at 4764 Northland St- some kind of.. uh- Abuse? Maybe? I don't know, something just seemed wrong. Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. Please hurry."


it was dark... dull. Everything was dull. It ached, sort of, too. She didn't want to open her eyes- that'd be too much. She could probably just lie here. But she had to get up. Why did she have to get up again? What was wrong? She could almost hear her name. That's weird. It wasn't Mary. normally when the nuns woke her up it was Mary. Not the nuns. Why so much pain? Everything was sore. Her arm was REALLY sore. "Skye…." That was her name again. It didn't sound like a nun. It was a mans voice.

She tried to open her eyes a bit, memories starting to come back- there was yelling, and Mr. Garrett, and- Sky jolted up, sending a shot of pain through her body, especially her arm. She remembered where she was. She had to get out. She had gotten out before, and she'd get out now. Ignoring the spikes of pain with each movement, she backed up until she hit the wall. She had to get out- she had to escape, she had to leave and get away from Garrett and get somewhere safe and not dangerous and she could deal with the pain then.

But first she had to assess the threat- someone was in the room. Who had been saying her name? It hadn't sounded like Garrett. It had sounded like-

Her eyes widened as she was able to focus them on someone so incredibly out of place that she must still be dreaming, or hallucinating, or something. There was no way her American History teacher was here.


Imagine a world in which I don't give you a cliffhanger : )