A/N: Hi! For those of you out there who happen upon this section of the internet where my stories are published I welcome and congratulate you! This is my first entry and I know it's a little short, so please go easy on me. I wrote this a few years ago and thought it would be a good idea to use this to pave my way in the fandom-writing world.
June, 15 2015
Once again, it's that time of year and I still don't know how my father did it. This is the third year in a row I've tried and failed. If I have nothing else to show for my middle school era, it NEEDS to be this. These past few weeks I've been planning, doing highly intensive recon. For days I've been wondering now. Was he able to see me? He was able to harness such power in such a short amount of time. How can I compete with that? It's simple, I won't. I'll surpass it. Although, such talent would come from such a prodigy as he. But still…
My calculations were on point for sure. I ran through the same procedure he did several times. I checked and double checked my measurements. However, when it came to that day, I knew I still had a ways to go. I thought for sure that I would win out, but he proved me to be off by more than 3 millimeters. I was right about the temperature though. I believe that counted for something.
I have to know what his secret is. I mean, it even drives mom crazy. She doesn't know either! He's probably off somewhere laughing maniacally like only he can, taunting me in his mind: "Oh sweet daughter, the force just isn't with you when it comes to these sorts of things." Well, I'll show him and his force. I'll show mom too. I'm sure she'll want to know. Right now it's war! Come time for the next expo, I'll be ready. No matter what he thinks, I'll prove to him that he's not the only one in this family who can make World Famous Stark Pastries!