My eyes stop at the quote written on a blue post it note on my bare wall.
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." ― Oscar Wilde
I feel like I've just been existing, I hate that so much. There's this intense feeling, that I am an ant in the world. Easily brought into it, with a small purpose that amounts to nothing, then squished, snuffed out.
The rain soothes my anxious thoughts. My mind drifts to nights back home, I was miserable. I hate the feeling of being trapped, it tears me apart from the outside in. And... just God, I hate that town.
College at Stanford, isn't fun. Everyone is here to either say, "I went to Stanford," (those are the legacy kids), or to party. Leo, is my best friend since the day I arrived. I still feel not seen though. You can see truly what society does to young adults at a College. All the pressure on students, to either smoke with their friends or to make good grades.
That's not me; and never will be. I was nine when Tony Stark became known as Iron Man. And I was inspired. My dad raised me, mom wasn't around. And he built me a lab, and I worked and worked. Just like Tony did. But all my family's dead now. I've always dreamed about Tony Stark, not his arrogant, bachelor persona. Just his huge beautiful mind. Something was in my email today, an application for a Stark Industries Internship.
What's the worst that could happen if I apply?
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FanfictionNumber two in the symbiote series. Alexandra Adamos grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. It was a small town that was surrounded on the soul purpose of living a small life that lived up to society's ancient standards. Alex was always different. She dreame...
