Tash,
I love
writing you letters. Why? I don’t know. I’m sorry I got all emotional on you
last night—it’s the hormones’. Trust me; I’m usually never emotional or
dramatic.
I’ve
been thinking about names for our child. I like Anya Renee, Colby, or Shadow
for girls. For boys, I like Devon, Tony, and Nikolas. You got any?
This
child will be our own. Made from us—from our love. My mom’s excited to get
another grandchild, but she’s also a little upset. I had plans to travel the
world and go to college—now that I’m having a baby, I don’t know about all
that.
But I
know that I hlove you. We’re going to be getting married. Hell, Degas is still
trying to find his mate. Once I get further along in my pregnancy, I’m going to
have to stop playing volleyball, stop going to school. Even though I could test
out right now because I’m a “genius” as my teachers call me.
I like
telling you about my day. Did I tell you that Tony picked me up in his Iron Man suit after school the other day? That was awesome! Now that I intern at Stark Industries, my
life is pretty full. I work at Barnes and Noble, I have volleyball practice, I
have no homework (I get it done either at lunch or in class), I do chores, I
practice violin.
I hope
I don’t turn into either a raging psycho bitch from hell or a weeping little
cry baby…Can’t I just be Piper? I could go without the morning sickness,
though. I don’t like puking my guts out.
I’m
writing you this letter while I’m in Chemistry class, lover. This is so easy.
School has become petty and boring to me. It’s filled with cliques, teenage
drama, and angst. The reason I stayed was because of Kayla. Now that she’s
gone, I see no point in staying. Kayla was the only friend I ever had. (That,
and my gay friend Darryn. But he goes to a private school now). I think I’m
going to test out. Thoughts?
The
teacher keeps glaring at me. Fuck her. She’s a bitch because I’ve corrected her
in class a few times in front of everybody. But I guess I’ll go now. This
school sucks! Life is so boring. We’re creaturs of habit, baby. Everybody at
this school is a programmed robot. They get up, shower, drive/ride bus to
school, go to class, do homework, go do sports or clubs and then they do
whatever it is they do after school. I love interning at Stark. It’s never
a dull moment—(Even though Pepper is CEO, Tony visits almost all
the time)—and it’s good for laughs.
I
already got on Clint this morning. He ate the last thing of the apple toaster strudels.
I LOVE
the apple ones. I think I turned into Hulk-ina there for a few
minutes. Hell, I even intimidated Banner. (Who, of course, found it EXTREMELY amusing after and during). So
Clint literally ran to the store and got me like… 10 boxes of the Apple toaster
strudels. I didn’t mean too… Hell, mom finds the whole damn thing to be
hilarious. She slapped me on the shoulder, pulled me close, grinned, laughed,
and said, “That’s my girl!”
Anyway…
I’m rambling on and on… I hope Degas finds his mate soon. Even though we’re
twins, we both have a competitive streak in us and we don’t like to lose (When
we’re competing against each other… But for mates, we weren’t. He doesn’t like
to be lonely…Ha-ha).
Love,
Piper
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