My Life As Iron Man's Daughter (ON SEMI-HOLD)

A...Letter?

Skyler’s POV

What could have happened that made him so angry all of a sudden?  I wish I knew. The way his eyes, when they closed, had been peaceful but then when he opened them they were enraged. Like if I asked him something outrageous.  Then the snap, that hurt. It wouldn’t have hurt that much if it was someone else, but since it was my best and only friend I guess you can guess.

I only was curious. I only wanted to meet my rescuer. I really want to meet him, is it really that bad? I want to meet the guy that saved me, SUE ME! What’s so wrong with it anyways? It is completely rational to break into a wrecked water park’s video camera storage. Being the one that probably caused the destruction and a fight between the avengers, I’m curious George. GET ME A LAWYER!          

I went back to my bed in my dear room. I looked at the familiar light violet and sky blue walls in striped patterns. My room has changed very little since I was a baby. I have a bigger bed of course, and the baby stuff are out. Besides the big bookshelves on the wall on the back of my bed, my piano, and the big books on the big wooden study table it is still the same. The Barbies I used to play with are still on their open sills sitting with my few stuffed animals. I can never get rid of Toy, but since he has lived to see better days I don’t use him to sleep anymore. Still, since I cuddle by nature and need to hug something, Draven got me a medium-sized stuffed doggie when he went on a mission to France. Ever since I can’t sleep without him.

Tell anyone and I’ll be the monster in your nightmares, the person with the patch and a parrot on the shoulder, your personal Angelina Jolie in a movie assassin. I did give you a warning so don’t you dare go tell my good ol’ buddy the Judge who caught you in a net and set you off in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. Oh yeah, I’m not kidding.

I stopped my murderous ways before I started specifying and turned on my laptop. My birthday present was my life in a transparent, touch, removable, completely-owner-of-my-life laptop. I searched for a good song, and ended up listening to Introducing Me by Nick Jonas in Camp Rock 2. I never saw the movie, but I heard the song and loved it immediately. But, I sort of like to change it according to the moment, and it sucks.

I’m good at wasting time

I think lyrics need to rhyme

And you’re not asking,

But I’m trying to avoid my head to pop.

I hate fish,

And love onion Pringles, please

Eat them in a homemade quesadilla,

Otherwise I fake a smile to please.

And I, I really like it when I fly like on a spaceship

And I love it when I form my na-ie-iame.

If you wanna know, here it goes, but I’m warning

That I kinda am your foe, so I’ll go, kick you later

To the moo-u-u-oon, man this sucks, I shouldn’t try this

But I really am bored, nothing to do, just mix this song.

… INTRODUCING MY FEET!

Ah, it always out me in a very good mood, this song.

I was interrupted from my weird ruining-a-song-for-the-sake-of-boredom moment by a weird banging somewhere. I listened closer, but there was only three bangs to be precise. Then, Nick Jonas’s song was the only thing hearable. It was complete silence, no amount of noise could be heard besides Nick. I paused the song and put my computer under my pillow; we can’t have my life stolen now can we?