A Not So WandaFul Life

Pietro: Wanda! Wanda get up!

I woke up, discombobulated, and as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Pietro.

Pietro: Come on Wanda, get up! We're gonna be late.

"Pietro, what time is it?"

Pietro: Five.

"Pietro, it doesn't start till eight."

Pietro: I know but-

"Alright alright, getting up."

That was Pietro, always early, always on time. Such a speedster.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms before pulling off my blanket. Pietro ran off as I rubbed my eyes and I followed him out the room, down the stairs to the empty and dusty dining room.

Pietro: What do we have for today?

"I don't know, we're almost out."

Pietro: Of what?

"Everything."

I grabbed a box of cereal and shook it, just a few left inside. I filled Pietro's bowl, but there wasn't enough left to fill mine. I handed Pietro the full bowl and watched as he devoured it really quickly as I ate mine, slowly.

After breakfast, Pietro and I got dressed for school. Pietro put on a dark blue shirt with his denim pants. I put on a black dress and a red jacket over it. Most of my wardrobe consisted of red jackets. Something about the color just calls to me.

Once we were ready, Pietro and I got our bags and walked out of St. Agatha's Orphanage and towards school.

The walk to school was nothing special to be honest, at a later time, it would be filled with cars and people, but I could see why Pietro would like to walk at this time. The silent streets, the beautiful morning sky as the sun is just rising, and the peaceful atmosphere.

By the time we watched school, there was already sunlight, as always.

Pietro: Hey Wanda.

I turned to Pietro.

Pietro: Look, whatever happens-

"Yes, yes I know Pietro."

Pietro gave me a concerned look.

Pietro: Have a good day alright?

"You too."

Pietro: Don't let them bother you.

"Don't do anything stupid first."

Pietro and I shared a small laugh before he walked in the school first, leaving me alone. I didn't follow Pietro in, I never do. I walked to the other side of the school, the playground, and sat on a bench and waited.

Few students started arriving in small groups. Slowly though, the numbers increased. In a few hours, bright sunlight and blue sky, armies of students started coming. Students walking to school, or getting off cars or buses, not alone. Never alone.

I watched them as mothers kissed their children goodbye, and fathers gave their children a big hug. I watched as students got off their busses or bikes to greet their friends and catch up on shows they have seen the night before or what girl they now have a crush on.

Me meanwhile, all alone, at the bench, watching in envy, wishing I had all those.

Dolores: Hey dipshit!

I recognized that voice. Dolores. I turned around to see Dolores, a tall dark haired egotistical maniac.

"Dolores."

Dolores: Where's your brother?

"Not with me, obviously."

Dolores: Shame, wanted to show you both my sweet ride. My parents just got it yesterday. Has all the new stuff, costs a fortune.

"Oh really? I would have used that money to get your head checked instead."

Dolores: You think you're funny don't you, Maximoff?

Dolores looked at me, then at the students coming in.

Dolores: You see that, Maximoff? Take a good long look at that, because that's the closest you will get to having it.

Dolores smiled as she walked in and left me alone.

I sat on the bench for so long. Time just flew by very quickly. My senses just turned off. My eyes were too focused on the children coming in, getting all the love and care and companionship. The sight of that drowned my hearing, I couldn't hear the schoolbell as it rang as I skipped my first period. My mind kept replaying what Dolores told me, over and over again, not in anger or spite, but because deep down, I knew she was right.

I am alone, and I always will be.

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