A/N this is my first fanfic I did start Wright it in November time but it took like for ages to get someone to check my spelling anyway and this will be set pre iron man and will move on with the films so anyway waffling so hope you like.

Chapter 1

Hi my name is Annalisa I'm from a small island off the edge of England called St Agnes the best island in the world but-

"Era Lasa did you listen to anything I just said?" That's my best friend Kim; she's really pretty with her bright red hair. Seriously if you get stuck somewhere dark with her, her hair could light the way out. It's also long and curly, so there's a lot of it. She is about 5.4 compared to my 5.8 the difference is really funny. She also has emerald green eyes, you know those big Japanese character eyes, so great for puppy dog eyes but terrible when she lying which is actually quite funny, there was this one time when-

"ANNALISA!" As you probably gathered I have a short attention span.

"Eh yeah I was listening?"

"Then what did I just say?"

"You were talking about how stupid school is."

"K yeah so yeah sir manboobs"-

My phone started vibrating and I looked to see who it was.

"Shoot I'm half an hour late to going home fashionably late! Got go babes love ya!"

"Love ya too babes"

I left our local hang out place and started running down the road to my house. Next thing I slipped in the mud and landed face first in a puddle. Of course a bunch of people decided to walk pass just as I fell. It is shocking what manners people have these days, I mean disgraceful, all they did was walk past laughing at me! Oh how hurt I was, this will haunt me forever cry, cry, cry, cry. Thank god Mrs Jackson, the kind little old lady down the road, came out to come to my rescue.

"Oh dear what are you doing in the mud?"

"Didn't you hear? It's the new fashion trend Mrs J."

"Kids these days, always up to strange things." She muttered mostly to herself.

"Only kidding I sort of fell over and now I can't get up."

"Here you go dear." And she helped me up.

"Thanks Mrs J you're my pensioner in shining armour!"

She chuckled at that. "Is that so? Well you must be freezing, let's get you home. I smiled and we started off towards my house.

"There we are dear."

"Thanks Mrs J." And off she walked.

I shivered, I was about to face my mother's rage. I walked in and there was mother ready to pounce and catch her prey. But then as she looked at me her blue eyes widened as she saw all the mud. "What have you done now?" She let out an exasperated sigh.

"I fell and got my foot stuck and nobody helped me so I just sat there for an hour and a half until Mrs Jackson came to my rescue. What would we do without her?" I know I didn't get physically stuck but emotionally I did, so ok I exaggerated the truth to get myself out of trouble for being late. Why not play on mum's sympathy? "Oh the horror!"

Mum just shook her head and told me to go get in the shower.

After the shower I put my underwear on and just stared at myself in the mirror, I am pretty in an odd sort of way. I have brown eyes that everyone says sparkle and well, they kind of do but I have to agree with poor old mum that it's more of mischief than beauty ma, ha, ha, ha. I have dark brown hair that comes to my mid back; I have an okish nose and kind of full lips. I have an all right body. Since I walk everywhere I should be super skinny, I also climb the rocks and I play for my school's netball team. I know I do a lot but I'm not one of those crazy athletic people, you know the super annoying ones that are great at everything. No those are the only sports I do- well apart from swimming. But we don't have a pool on the island (yeah I know) and no one dares go swimming in the sea, unless it's like 80 degrees and super sunny then it's all right. You see, as I was saying after all the activities I do you would think I'm really skinny but I'm not, I'm really curvy and I've got really big boobs. Some of the curviness is due to my natural body shape and some is because I like, no love, no completely adore food. I mean who doesn't unless you're anorexic! So yeah my boobs though completely natural are a size 34e. I know that's big for a 14 year old but oh well not much I can do about it.

Did I also mention? I'm a genius I have an IQ of 175 oh yeah, woohoo! I know right and no I did not get my intelligence from my mother. She, well, isn't the sharpest tool in the shed; even normal people think she's not especially bright. So I'm guessing my brains I get from my dad. Although I can't be sure because well I never met my father. My mum never talks about him and whenever I ask she gets all sad, so then I don't ask, so then I don't know anything! It's very frustrating.

"Annalisa foods ready!" My mum calls up the stairs.

"Be down in a sec" I call down before putting on my fave high waisted black skinny jeans. Then make-up, my foundation, powder, grey eye shadow, pencil eye liner (top and a little on the bottom) and lastly mascara. Chuck on a grey sparkly top and black heeled boots and I'm good to go.

We live in an old fashioned house. When you walk in the door you have two flights of stairs to go up to the bedrooms or one flight down to the living room there's then another flight to get down to the kitchen and dining room/mums work area. She is an aspiring fashion designer but really gave up on that dream when I was born. I feel really bad about that but although she was never 'discovered' she does make clothes for the local village clothes store. She's really good at it as well.

I walk in the kitchen and am greeted by the smell of garlic fried chicken and chips, my fave dinner! I sneak over to grab a chip but mum smacks my hand away and tells me to go set the table. We usually sit in the living room and watch TV but every Sunday my mum's sister, Pearl and her family come over or we go over there. This week she was due to visit us. I wouldn't really mind but my aunt's one of those people who has married someone with a bit of money behind them and so turns in to a pretentious cow So as you can tell I don't really like her. She and her husband have two perfect kids by the names of Robert and Abigail. It's so annoying being around them but hey I just have to get on with it.

'Answer the door answer the door!' That's our door bell. When our last one broke, mum made the mistake of letting me chose. So now we have a parrot telling us to answer the door every time someone rings the bell. Luckily mum has a sense of humour. Unlike her sister who said that it was 'idiotic and childish!' Apparently blowing a raspberry at her wasn't the best choice either, my mum laughed but my aunt called me a baffoon.

At the sound of the bell both me and my mum go running upstairs. Because, 'it's improper to answer the door any other way.' We both quickly check out our reflection to see if we looked all right. I look at my mum. She looks really different to me but she's really pretty too. She has deep, sky blue eyes and has curly, sandy shaded hair pulled up in a neat pony tail. She's smaller then me at 5.5ft whoohoo and of course I don't let her forget it. She has a roundish sort of face with high cheek bones. Oh and I got my figure from her so she's quite curvy.

We both give each other the nod, the nod to say we look good and I whisper "let the hunger games begin."

A/N So what do you guys think? Hope you like please tell me and try and do it in a nice way or I'll cry but anyway should update tomorrow.