My name is Emma Stark I'm fifteen, my dad is of course the famous Tony Stark and my mom is Pepper Potts. I live with them and my older sister Isabelle in our large house in Malibu. Isabelle is eighteen and on her way to college. She was the spitting image of mom, while I have my dad's brown hair and eyes. She was the sports star of the family, the team, including my parents loved her. I was the quiet one, I never belonged in sports. I belonged in labs and the classroom; I also got my dad's intelligence. But surprisingly he didn't notice my perfect grades no matter how hard I worked. I was ahead of everyone in my school and I already finished my junior year of high school.

I was walking to the parking lot at my school; my sister got a new black Chevy truck after winning the championships. I was holding my books and tossed them in the back seat. It was the last day of my junior year. My sister finished her senior year, and planned on going to a party at a friend's house. We drove through the city to the house; she parked in the garage and walked in the living room while I grabbed my books. I struggled carrying all the books upstairs and my heavy backpack. I wasn't strong as my sister and had muscles but I'm lean and skinny.

"Where's mom and dad?" Isabelle asked from the living room

"At a meeting" I yelled back

"Ok"

I walked inside my room; it had a large queen size bed with white and black sheets and pillows. The wall in front of the door facing the ocean was really thick glass with a view of the beach. I had a walk in closet, my own bathroom, desk and chair, full length mirror, a drawer, and a piano. I was able to play since I was seven, my artistic side I got from my mom. I rarely go to the beach afraid of getting burned. Unlike my sister she surfed a lot and got her perfect tan while I was the pale one. Next to my room is my art studio, I took art for two years in high school and was really good at it. All my paintings, drawings, and small sculptures where kept there.

I grabbed the remote from my bed and pushed some buttons. Soon the flat screen TV appeared out of the wall in front of my bed and turned on. I flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. Then my door opened and I saw my dad's smiling face.

"Have you heard of knocking?" I asked

"It's not like you're hiding a boy" He said then his smile disappeared "are you"

"No that's Isabelle" I said still looking at the TV

"What does that mean?" He asked

"Dad Isabelle's the one with the incredibly long list of boyfriends."

"Right, you hungry" He asked "we can have lunch and watch the baseball game."

"Hmm"

"Please I know how much you like to watch the game, L.A Dodgers vs. the New York Yankees." He said

"Ok" I said jumping out of bed

He laughed causing me to laugh; we walked downstairs to the living room where I saw my mom in the kitchen.

"Hey mom" I said

"Hey Emma" she said "what do you guys want for lunch?"

"I don't know, I'm up for anything" I said sitting down

My dad sat down next to me and the TV turned on and the game started. My mom gave us some snacks for us to eat. I didn't know who to cheer for, I love L.A and New York, and there both home. The game ended with a tie of 3-3. When it was over I walked upstairs to my room, I went on my tablet and logged onto face book. I talked to some friends and logged off, watched TV some more, and went to bed.

I woke up to hear giggles out in the hallway; I looked on the clock on the nightstand next to my bed to see it's two thirty in the morning. I got out of bed and opened the door a little and looked out to see my sister, two other girls, and three boys. The all seemed drunk and I could even smell the beer, they all walked into my art studio. I quickly walked out feeling ridiculous wearing pink sweatpants and grey shirt.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked

"Calm down Nat" My sister slurred "we're having some fun"

"Hey Zack" One boy said holding one of my sculptures "go long"

He threw it like a football to another boy but he didn't catch it and it fell to the floor breaking into pieces.

"Don't" I said

"Oh no she's getting upset" One girl said "oops"

She knocked over another sculpture, and then the other girl grabbed a painting and her earring and slashed the painting with the sharp end.

"Stop it" I begged

"Dude she looks like she's going to cry" One guy said pointing at me and laughing

Soon all of them started destroying my work, even my sister. I begged them to stop but they didn't listen. Then I grabbed my sisters hair and slammed her head into a wall, she fell to her knees with her hand to her head.

"Anyone else want be like her" I said and they shook their head "then leave"

They practically ran downstairs and out the door, the lights turned on and my parents walked in. My dad stayed at the door and my mom ran to my sister.

"What the hell happened here?" My dad asked

"Isabelle brought a bunch of drunk friends here and they destroyed my studio." I said

"Liar" Isabelle said "I walked in here to see her stuff and she went all crazy at me."

"The only liar is you" I yelled

"Don't raise your voice" My dad said

"Emma did you cause this bruise on Isabelle's head?" My mom asked

"Yes but-"

"No buts," My dad said "now apologize to your sister"

"Apologize to the woman who ruined all my hard work." I said

"They're just drawings" My dad said

"Yeah they are to you; I bet if it was something else it would be different huh." I said "Of course you'll be on Isabelle's side."

"What does that mean?" He asked

"Don't ask that question you know what I mean it's completely obvious." I said "You and mom both, you both prefer Isabelle over me."

"That isn't true" My mom said

"You're acting out of control" My dad said

"I'm acting out of control, the one who gets perfect grades, goes to school every day, does all of her chores, and is home at curfew." I said "Compared to the athlete who parties and gets drunk every night and sleep with every guy with a pulse."

"You need to calm down now" My dad said

"No I won't, I'm tired of being second place, and I'm tired of not being equal with her." I said "I'm tired of thinking like I'm a mistake"

"I'm thinking the same thing" My dad said

"Tony" My mom yelled

I was shocked and everything was silent, I got this painful feeling in my chest that felt like someone was squeezing my heart.

"Fine" I said

I walked past my dad shoving him a little, I could hear him sigh and I quickly slammed my bedroom door and locked it. I ran to my bed and cried, I don't remember crying so much before. After a while I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning it was a little after ten, I took a shower and changed into black jeans and a bright pink v neck shirt.

"JARVIS" I said "is anyone home?"

"Your parents are already at work and your sister is at a friend's house." The AI said

"Ok"

I already had a plan in my head, I thought of it last night. I'm running away, I grabbed a large duffle bag and filled it with clothes. Then I had to think of where to go, I couldn't go to New York he could obviously find me there. But there's another place where I could go, London. I've wanted to go ever since I was a little girl. I grabbed my large black leather purse and put my makeup, phone, and wallet inside. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote a note on my nightstand. I put my black sneakers on and my black leather jacket; I grabbed my bags and walked into the garage.

"Miss Stark where are you going" The AI asked

"Away, and I don't know when I'll be back" I said

I grabbed the keys to my dad's red Ferrari; I tossed my bags in the passenger seat and drove off. I don't know why my dad didn't give me a car when I got my driver's license, even though he got one for Isabelle. I started the car and drove off,