by Captain. A. Stark. » Sat Jun 24, 2017 4:10 am
Destiny~ Tags: Open
Destiny stretched, her lips curved into a frown. She would never get adopted, she would probably never have freedom. She could barely even go out for art supplies, and even when she did she had to cone back by 9. No hanging out at the diner or getting milkshakes like all the other teens did, or no having parties and drinking beer. Not that Destiny would do that anyway. The only person she's ever talked to at the adoption center was Mrs. White and her cat. Destiny pursed her lips and continued to sketch a drawing of Peter Quill and Rocket the raccoon. She loved anything Marvel.