P.S. This is my first FanFiction, so please make as many suggestions as you like and I hope you enjoy this short first chapter :)

Typical Mornings

"Crazy night in Sin City for billionaire, Tony Stark…," the blonde haired news reporter woman began trailing along the top headlines of the day as my dark brown eyes stared blankly back at the wide-plasma TV screen, looking right back at me, Ronnie Summers.

So, I guess you can already tell: It's the most exciting part of my day! SOO NOT! Anyways, I'm a fourteen year old girl who lives a normal typical life in the suburbs of Malibu, California, with my windowed father, Charlie Summers, who works in the engineering department for Stark Enterprises. My mother, Julia Summers, died giving birth to me, unfortunately. As a result, Charlie feels really bad for me, whenever it's my birthday, because it's the day Julia died. But, I mean, it's ok, I guess, but that's only because I'm used to it. Not having a mother around, telling you what to do all of the time. But it's all good.

"Tony Stark…got a lifetime achievement award last night for being CEO of his families long-time business, Stark Enterprises…but it turned out to be a no show and had his business partner, Obadiah Stane, receive it on his behalf…," the new said, still trailing on about what's in and out of the entertainment world.

Are you serious? This guy is basically getting attention for doing absolutely nothing. Woo! Yeah! "Stark goes to Vegas," millions of other people do to. Not including me, though. I, personally, wouldn't want to run into that "playboy" even if it cost me my life.

"Morning, Ronnie," Charlie said happily, coming down the stairs to do his normal morning routine to get out of here. He was wearing your typical office work clothes: a button down white shirt with a stripped blue tie, black work pants, and dress shoes. Also, he was wearing his round-horned glasses, which amuses me all of the time. But, unfortunately, Charlie had to come in my normal "rage-time."

"Dad, can you believe it! Tony Stark didn't even have the guts to go to an award show, but instead probably go off gambling with a bunch of idiots," I practically yelled back at Charlie, frustrated.

"Yes, and good morning to you to," Charlie said, chuckling along as if any word that came out my mouth meant nothing to him.

"Um…yeah, sorry about that outburst, it's just I get really angry whenever I hear about that man sometimes," I apologized sheepishly, while feeling stupid all wrapped up into one.

It's a true fact. Every time I hear about that guy I want to pull my hair out. Especially, when girls talk about him at my high school, West View High, it's a totally different story.

"Ronnie, it's okay, you don't have to listen to it. Just shut it out and move on."

"What if I don't want to move on?"

"Ron-

"No, I'm being serious."

"No, really, um you should get going right about now," Charlie shot back at me pointing at the TV's digital clock that read 7:00AM.

Suddenly, I snapped, realizing that I have ten minutes to transform from a torn bed mess into a Barbie Doll. Wonderful. Hastily, I said my goodbyes to Charlie and quickly dashed up the stairs and changed into a fresh new pair of denim jeans (that I got last week), an All Time Low neon colored T-Shirt, and my old pair of black converse. And by the time I was all dressed, I was practically brushing my Jet-Black hair down the stairs, while putting it into a messy bun. Then, I grabbed my light blue colored Jan-sport backpack and skyrocketed out the door, on my way to another day at West View High.