Peter Parker (ON HOLD)

Part 1

Most of this is just background info, next chapter will be better
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Being a teenager is hard enough but try Living with a multi millionaire father like Tony Stark. It may sound like a dream, but I ashore you its far from it. For starters, I have to change my last name to "protect me" from all the enemies my father has made, which I believe is all his fault so I shouldn't be punished for it, put I go by "Brooklyn Christensen", at the time my favourite person was Hayden Christensen and dad refused to let me have "vader" as my last name. I'm also too smart for my own good, I excel in all my classes and am number one n all of them, which may sound brilliant, but at some point I learnt all I could. I inherited my fathers sass, which my teachers hate about me, I also picked up sarcasm somewhere along the way, which my teachers also loath about me. I may be intellectually number one in the class but if my teachers had a choice, I'd be last.

I mean being tony starks daughter isn't all bad, I mean because of him I know the avengers, technically half of them live with me, which is great cause they're like the family I never got. My dad is one of the best ever, he's always been their for me, but ever since he came out as iron man, I've been seeing less and less of him over the years. My dad has this rule that states "no one will ever enter my lab with out my permission" but much like my father, I'm not one with following the rules, whenever he goes on a mission his lab is my first destination. At first I only tinkered but after a while I've learnt to make so many things, I made this watch that turns into a iron glove, I kinda copied my dads copy of it but added a few things, I wear that watch everywhere, I actually hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y so she never tells my dad off that watch.

Anyway, I left my old school for being too smart, dad thought it would be safe for me to go to a public school with average people. Today is my first day at midtown high school, which is a school for the smart kids of the world. Today has already gone to a horrible start, I slept through my alarm and accidentally put on odd shoes, Natasha had to stop me before exited the tower because I didn't notice. I made happy speed through the traffic to get to school.

I run up the stairs of the school and through the hall, great, everyone had already got to their classes. The outfit I was wearing did not help me run through the halls to get to the office, I let Natasha pick out my outfit because I was already behind time and didn't have time to argue with myself to see what I wanna wear, and I was definitely not gonna argue with Natasha. She picked out a white cropped top and a black, flowy shirt which came down to my mid thigh, luckily she chose white sneakers and she let me borrow her black jacket. I made sure to wear small bike pants under my skirt cause I didn't want to flash anyone on my first day (the outfit is the photo). I make it to the office where a old lady was sitting at a desk, she was startled with my very abrupt entrance, I slowly walk up to the desk, and place my hands on the front counter

"Hi" I smile "I'm Brooklyn Christensen, I'm new, I was told to come to the office first thing this morning to pick up my time table" I introduce myself, as she was already a where of my presence

"Oh, your our new student, I have just what you're looking for" she starts shuffling through the mess of her desk "aha!" She yelled pulling out a sheet of paper and handing to me. "This sheet has your time table and locker number" she points to the correct places on the sheet of paper. "These are you teachers and your class room, I hope you have a good time at our school, you better get to your class now, you're already late" she points out, I thank her quickly and turn around to head to my first class, geometry, more useless nothings I already know about. I head to my class with Mr. Russ, I knock on the door and a old blading man opens it

"How may I help you" he asks, is he the teacher? He looks like a dinosaur, are you sure he isn't a history teacher? He looks like he was apart of it.