A twist in an average girls story[[Completed]]

Happy birthday

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I heard my door slam open.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MARISSA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Tony yelled.

"Mmmm." I groaned and tried to dig myself deeper into the bed.

"Wake up squirt! You need to get ready and then we're gonna go!" He sounded so excited.

"Where are we going?" I groaned and pryed open my eyes.

"That's a suprise. Just get up, put on something cool, and bring your bathing suit and a towel and sun screen and stuff." He said briskley then left the room, "Oh! And bring something nice to!" He opened the door back up and said before he slammed it, and I heard him whistle away. I huffed and got up and got dressed, and taking what Tony said into consideration. Now, my only problem...was that I had no nice clothes. I walked out into the kitchen in hopes to find Tony, but instead I got bombarded with lots of hugs and happy birthdays from everyone else. I smiled and accepted it...but it was weird.

"Uhm...To-Dad, I don't own any nice clothes." He and everyone else looked at me like I was insane.

"How don't you own nice clothes?" Tony gasped.

"Well unless you count my off the shoulder shirt, and jeans shorts nice..." I grumbled. He huffed.

"You need to go shopping soon young lady. Don't worry I think I have a plan, just finish getting ready." He said while messing with his phone. I rolled my eyes, but did as I was told. I had never been big on birthdays. I fact my birthday was never one to be celebrated so I grew to not really care about it. It was another year older, another year closer to death. And everyone used it as an excuse to do what ever they wanted. I guess I was bitter because I felt as though I didn't have much point on this earth. I felt as though my existance was a waste of space. I'm not good at anything. I can write, I can draw, sing, play any instruments. Nothing that's worth while as a talent I have. Nothing comes easy for me, and life is just hard. Even making friends is hard for me.  Once I was finished, I walked out into the kitchen and set my bag down. I shuffled to a random seat, and sat down. Everyone was talking amongts themselves. Everyone seemed to be dressed for the beach or something. The guys with sleevless shirts, and swimming trunks. And Pepper and Natasha and in shorts and tank tops and bathing suits.

'We're probably going to the beach.' I grumbled in my mind, feeling bitter about being 17 already.

"ALRIGHT! What would the birhtday girl like for breakfast?" Pepper chirped in my ear.

"Oh, uhm don't worry Pepper, I'll be ok."

"Nonsense!" Pepper snapped, "Today is special, It's your birthday! You have one more year until you're off to college and growing up! Let us do this please?" She gave me these puppy dog eyes, and I instantly felt bad. I sighed and gave in asking for simple pancakes. 45 minutes later we were all on Tonys jet, I sat there twidling my thumbs, and holding in several yawns. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, as I sat there. Not knowing what was going to happen, is sort of a pet peeve of mine. I huffed as everyone would look at me every once and awhile and chuckle while I glared at them. Clint came bounding over to me and plopped down in the seat next to me.

"Cheer up sunshine! You're 17."

"Yeah, But I hate not knowing whats going on." I grumbled and crossed my arms.

Clint just laughed at me, " trust me you're going to love this surprise." He assured me. I just pouted at the plane ride continued. After about 2 hours the plane landed.