Due to some changes in fandoms and life, I completely ditched What's Behind The Sequel and created a new outline for a sequel to What's Behind The Curtain!

I edited Chapter Ten, so go read that before you move on! NOW!

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Okay, good. Here is your free teaser for the sequel!

Middle school SUCKS.

Firstly, I had three insanely powerful objects in my control. Which meant I was very, very, very tempted to do something stupid.

Secondly, I had to get up an hour earlier to go to school.

Lastly, HOMEWORK. Middle school teachers just LOVE their homework.

Though regarding the first one, Peter did visit me a month after everything first happened. He gave me this weird space box that he put the stones in that only opens with his DNA signature or something so I couldn't get to the stones. And then he created fake IDs for me, Katie, and Andrew (Kaitlyn didn't want to come and Madison was busy) to get into a nightclub. It was fun! I think I had beer.

As I have been through middle school, though, every cloud DOES have a silver lining. It's way more entertaining than elementary school, and I made new friends! Presenting Katie A. and Virginia.

It's been kind of suckish to have to go back to normal life, but we've all managed, I guess. At least Peter visits occasionally and we know that all of our favorite fictional characters are out there.

Sam and I have kept in touch for the most part. For the most part. You know how boys are. That's a definite plus.

I have to say, I don't like him as much as I used to. Yeah, yeah, I'll admit, I had kind of a crush on him there, but now? Now that I haven't seen him as much, it's just not there anymore. I got bored, I guess. Met new people. Etc.

The box is being weird again. Meaning it's shaking on my nightstand where I keep it. This has been happening a lot lately. It's weird. I should tell Peter, but I don't exactly have a way to keep in touch with him, so...

Oh. Well, that's new.

The Infinity Stones teleported out of the box.