Life As Tony Stark's Child → Iron Man

Chapter 14 (Thursday)

Kerry's POV (Thursday)

''No this will not suit me. It's not dark enough.'' I whispered to myself while looking at a bright yellow  silky t-shirt Pepper bought me the other day. It was truly beautiful but it wasn't 'me' enough. Ever since I got the freedom of picking what  kind of clothes I wanted to wear I developed a preference for dark clothing. Darker clothes seemed to represent how I felt. Kind off. God I sound so emo. I neatly folded the yellow piece of clothing and put it nicely in a brown cardboard box. Noticing that it was now full I closed it with the help of some sellotape. All the clothes that I didn't want or ones that didn't fit me now resided in that medium sized box and all them  were going to be donated to charity. Of course that wasn't the only box that was currently on my bed, there were two more except those were waiting to be donated to the orphanage instead. I don't want any other people feeling like I did when there was a shortage of clothes. I got way too many clothes. I didn't choose a lot of them but I didn't mind Pepper and Jen buying me new stuff.

I looked around my bedroom and made a satisfied face. It was so tidy and neat. The walls were black (I had them painted pink at first then changed my mind). All this time living with my new parents helped me figure out who I truly was and what sort of things I liked.

The kind of depressing colour of my bedroom walls didn't make it dark because I decided to keep the carpet cream coloured and my bedsheets all white. I adored my room very much. However, to decorate my not-so-very-light walls I added some paintings. One was of a dark red rose and the other was an awesome picture of Iron Man we found at a shop. Even though Iron Man is my father that didn't stop me from being a fangirl. A fangirl cannot be stopped. I feel like the luckiest fangirl on earth right now, because I knew extra information and facts that other fangirls don't know.

By the way the wall-window got some cool red curtains. My rooms pretty rad right?

I looked in the mirror, and fixed my hair a bit. I went for a haircut on Wednesday so my hair is actually straight for the first time in forever. It was also a lot shorter. I always preferred shorter hair but I never really got it. Even when I was little my mother refused to cut my hair short because she really appreciated longer hair. Of course I didn't protest.

I was wearing a nice blazer with shorter sleeves, very dark blue skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that was a teeny bit to0 big for me but that's exactly what I was going for. To add to all that I wore some black converse and to complete my outfit my lips were covered in a blood-red colour. I for the first time ever appreciated the way I looked and was happy about it. I finally accepted myself for who I was and got to express myself in a way I could never before. All I was missing was a decent school which Pepper hasn't talked to Tony about. It still needs sorting out, but I didn't mind waiting. I'm not a fan of schools as you may already know. What still confuses me is that the school I've been to was literally like hell. I'm surprised it wasn't closed. Surely not all schools like that, are they?

I picked up a black permanent marker pen and in scribly writing wrote 'charity' on one of the boxes and 'orphanage' on the remaining two. I picked them up, one by one and took them off my bed and out of my massive room. I slowly and carefully placed them close to my door outside and nodded to myself. Perfect. But what exactly was I supposed to do to cure my boredom which was already starting. I had absolutely nothing to do. I tidied my room, my closet, my bathroom, had some food, packed the boxes. There was nothing else to do.

I suddenly jumped as the sound of an opening door murdered the silence that was around me for all this time. Did someone come in? A guest?

''Fury?'' I heard Tony speak up from where the entrance was. Who was Fury? The name sounded familiar. Was he one of the agents that was supposed to visit us? I noticed that Tony was surprised. As if he wasn't actually expecting our guest.