Yesterday’s class was a doozy. I think Professor McCoy’s lucky that his blue fur covers his cheeks so we couldn’t see if he was blushing. LOL. Today we’ve got our first class wit She-Hulk, and I am very nervous to meet her. She’s only starred in… three of my fanfics??
I have to be cool. I can be cool. “Kamala Khan: She’s cool.” That’s what kids say about me. Yup.
I’m a little nervous about what lives in between rights and wrongs because what does that even mean?
I’m going to write you until this pencil wears out. Until all of me wears out. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore, but these words, they feel real. Solid. And there’s a chance my letters to you will wash up on the right shore.
The wreck, the one that started all this, lies a hundred feet under the Atlantic, close to Key Largo. Ten miles offshore, you’ll find a place where the water turns blue-black and the salt spray tastes different, coppery. And you’ll feel it as soon as your boat passes over the spot. Something wrong beneath your skin, as if the blood moving through your heart has gone sour, like old milk.