The Development- a sequel to The Replacement

Chapter 1

Madison:

"Get up!"

I groaned and turned over, pulling the covers further over my head.

"Don't make me come up there!"

"It's not even a school day!" I yelled.

"Yeah," she said from the door. "But you've got an appointment at 12. It's 11:15."

"What are you, my journal?!" I complained, sitting up. Mom rolled her eyes and walked downstairs. I struggled out of bed and padded into the bathroom.

An hour later, I was getting out of my red convertible and taking off my shades. The press crowded round, asking questions and taking pictures. I smiled and waved my fingers.

"Not now, boys; I'm a little busy." I gave a wink and stepped inside. I shut the door firmly behind me and walked into the next room.

"You're late, as usual." Dad said, his arms folded.

"Well, you know me I'm not good with timing." I said, raising an eyebrow.

Dad sighed, "Like father, like daughter."

My name is Madison Natalia Stark. I'm the daughter of Tony and Emily Stark. I'm 17 years old. My life is pretty crazy; having one parent a superhero isn't exactly easy. He's nearly died more times that I can think of. People are always telling me I'm like my dad. I'm not really sure what to think about this. I have my own fashion line and an album. I don't go to concerts, I perform at them. If I like a band, I can call them to hang out. People have posters of me on their walls. Every time it's my birthday, it is featured in magazines worldwide. I've been in three movies and I appear regularly on TV. I get fan-mail. It's sort of strange for a 17-year-old to get fan mail. I mean, I'm not a singer with a stupid hair cut. I'm well known at school, always in some sort of trouble. I have three real friends; by real friends I mean people who don't like me just for my fame. Scott, my boyfriend, Eva, my best friend and Kyle, my other best friend.

I held out my hand and the hand of the suit flew onto my hand. I flinched and stepped back.

"It's okay." Dad said, "You're doing good so far."

Dad had promised that when I turned 17, he would start my training for my own suit. Now I was 17, the training had begun.

The rest of the suit flew onto me, bit by bit. I stretched my hands, looking at Jarvis' interface in front of me.

"How do you do the-" I started as I held out my hands but then the jets fired up and I rose a couple of inches above the ground.

"Relax your hands!" Dad shouted above the noise of the jets. I did and the jets stopped, I fell back down.

"Woah." I said, shaking my head. "This is gonna take some getting used to."

"You'll do fine."

"I hope so." I said apprehensively.

Hey! So sorry if this chapter's a bit short and crap. I'm still working on the character of Madison so she probably seems pretty wooden at the minute. I'll try and update soon with better stuff.

JA xxx