The Daughter of Iron Man

New Girl

These last few days have been anything but enjoyable.

The facility seems too quiet without anyone around, but in my head it feels like chaos and the headaches are inescapable.

Anger makes my blood boil every time I see my dad, so I've avoided him to the point where he has literally been begging to talk to me.

But despite his desperation, I can't bring myself to face him.

For the first time in probably my life, I was relieved by the sound of my alarm.

I don't remember ever falling asleep last night, and part of me wonders if I ever did.

I pulled myself out of bed, planting my feet on the floor. I took a moment to look around my dark room, where I noticed all the shadows casted by curtains and objects that blocked any light from outside my window.

Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for my first day of school. I flipped on the light, and looked in the mirror.

As usual, I look like a train wreck.

To sort out the mess, I started with my face.

I brushed my teeth, and washed away any lingering make up from yesterday before replacing it with fresh stuff.

My hair was a long process to fix. But after lots of water and brushing, I managed to get it to its natural, warm brown shiny waves that come to just past my waist.

When I finally finished, I took a good look in the mirror.

But while I meant to check out my work, I was distracted by my eyes.

Many people say that blue eyes are beautiful. But while mine are blue, I don't believe that they are. Most people have blue eyes that really pop. However mine, are a more dusty blue that don't "pop" unless you're looking for that effect.

Sarah's been trying to convince me to wear a skirt or something nice for my first day of school to make a good impression. I think it's good advice, but maybe more so for a job interview. This is high school, and I'm not planning to make friends based off of my appearance.

Or based off past experience, in general.

So instead of putting on a skirt like Sarah said to, I put on ripped, black jeans with a gray tee shirt and a denim jacket.

Once I finished getting ready, I made my way through the facility and down to the kitchen.

Originally I planned to have a bowl of cereal or something, though my plans changed when I saw my dad sitting at the table.

"Hey kid, ready for your first day of school?" He asked, turning his attention to me.

I didn't reply.

Instead, I made a quick sweep through the kitchen where I grabbed an apple, and a granola bar before walking out of the room.

"Wait, Alice!" My dad called after, though I ignored him.

I grabbed my backpack, and made my way out of the building through the nearest exit. I walked around to the front, breathing in the fresh morning air till I found Happy waiting for me in a car.

I jumped in the back, taking a bite out of my apple right as I closed the door and began working on my seatbelt.

"Are you ready for this?" Happy asked from the driver seat.

"I sure hope so." I replied, taking another bite of the juicy fruit.

The ride to school took nearly a half hour, though luckily I like being in a car. I'm sure Happy didn't enjoy it, but I appreciate that he's willing to make the commute for me.