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My Whole Life Is A Lie

My name is Holo Stark.  Daughter of Tony Stark. I had a mother. She didn't die. Its just she didn't think she would be able to take care of me.

Well, that"s what my dad told me.

After a while my dad started seeing someone. When I was no more then four, I remember I walked into my father's office to see the picture of my mother he kept on his desk. But it was removed. I looked through every drawer in the desk, but it was no where. Just as I was leaving I saw it. It was in the TRASH! To think my father would forget her like that. To throw away his memories of her.  I may have been little, but it was horroble. I removed the frame from the picture. Starting at it. My father next to my mother. She had snow white hair. Beautiful black eyes.

And skin that glowed just right in the sun. She looked like a princess with her smile. As if without it the sun wouldn't shine. There in her arms lad me. A small baby girl with jet black hair. Honestly, it looked like I was adopted. But I knew that wasn't true. Out of nowhere tears started to fall from my eyes. I didn't know why I cried. It's not like I knew her. But it still saddens me. After that I kept my emotion hidden. My father tried to show that having a new father would be fun, but that's not the problem. It felt as if he was trying to forget. Steve Roger, The new "mother" didn't make it easy. He's tried being friends, tried acting as if he been there for my whole life. It just wouldn't work.

Scent I shut out my emotion I've never been able to connect with kids my own age. I do have 3 close friends at school. But I have one special friend. His name is Heimdall. I've known him for as long as I can remember. I always had fun when I'm with him. When I was little, we would play this game. Where I was a goddess and Heimdall was a monster who would try to destroy  my castle.

And my father would come just in the right time and save me. To bad I'm grown up. Now l'm 13 in the 8th grade turning 14 in 6 days. September 27th. Even thought I'm turning older I'll never have any freedom. My father barely let's me leave the tower. I can't watch or read the news. I can only go to school. Or go with Heimdall, if my father allows it. I want to see the streets of New York.

But my father told me it was far to dangerous. But he says that about everything. So I stay inside a lot. Never really had a reason to leave home.

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