I'm New Here

himself anyway. He was a sociopath in this world, and there was no room for Tony Stark here. Only Anthony Stark. The manipulative bastard who blackmails the president of the United States. He also had some various questions about this place. Why was he like this here? How was everyone different in the world? What was alternate him's obsession with long, complicated names? What the heck was their team even called here? But for now, he had to just sit and wait for the just the

Third-grade was approaching me and this new place scared me. I felt alone inside seeing this massive place. I needed some help because I didn’t know what to do. Moving to a bigger house was great, but that meant I had to change schools. I was about to come to an important stage of meeting new people and a new school. The summer before third grade had come and my family's house was for sale. We searched for houses every weekend and finally, we came across a house that we loved. Now we just had to

"I 'm new here, and I was just wondering if you could help me out today, like show me around and stuff?" "Ohhh, you 're the new girl from Australia." "So I don 't really need a introduction either?" I looked up from the ground and into his eyes. The pure brown colour of his eyes gave me goosebumps. "I should probably

The Change It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for

her to lose her free meal she was going to... she didn't know just what at that moment but if he gave her a chance to debate his death, she was going to come up with a very creative option.  "Why is this so important? Were not here about the pups I helped deliver. We're here because everyone in this room hates how I deal. So stop asking useless questions..." His voice was raising with each word that came out of his mouth. Steph glared at him but before she could verbally scold him her brothers voice

Erin Lindsay sat on her couch, clothes still damp from the night’s previous events, closely listening to the sounds of the storm. The rain continued to pour, dripping from the gutters unto her windowsill. Drip, Drip, Drop. She hadn’t yet changed, still bothered the actions of her boss Hank Voight. It was nearly impossible for her to comprehend why Hank had to go after Justin’s killer like that. If there was one thing she didn’t want it was for her boss, and father figure to go down trying to protect

The Climb I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. I start jabbering to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through my mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. I imagine my own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where my thoughts are taking me. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy. I am terrified of heights. Of course, it’s not really a fear of being in a high place. Rather, it is the view of a long way to

years. It's about a mile where I live in the middle of the forest surrounded by tall trees and shrubs. It wasn't too pretty from the outside but inside it felt enhancing. . Anyone walking from the outside would have no idea what's really going on in here. However I bothered to look since there seemed to be

away and smiled as Killian put it on. She turned around and hugged him, but then they heard someone coming. "KILLIAN! Where are you boy?!" yelled an older man. "Who is that?" Felicity whispered scared. "It's my papa. I'll be right back...Papa! I'm right here." Killian ran towards him. That was the last time Felicity saw her friend... Felicity went back to were she lived which was a little shack on the top of a hill.  "Papa? I am home...Papa? Papa!!" she saw her father lying on the dirt ground him

near me. As thoughts about injuries or even death enter my head, I think about my family and friends reactions to my death. What would happen to my Pokémon cards? “Don’t think like that Evan” I am terrified of heights. Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m scared of being in a high place. Rather, it’s the sight of a long way to fall, of gravel far below me. What makes me most afraid is when there are no guardrails, or any other safety devices between me and the edge. I can only rely on my own ability