Hey peeps, hope you're having an amazing week! This is the chapter where the story will really start moving. The first two were devoted to backstory and set up. I'm going to repeat myself yet again (yes I know I never stop talking)… pretty please review! It gives me ideas for new chapters and gets me motivated to keep writing. Just make sure you keep it constructive! Thanks yet again for all of the favorites and follows!
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Chapter 3: I'll get some answers
"So you're really grounded for two weeks?" asked Sam.
Emma sighed, she had already explained it to Danielle. "Yeah, no phone, TV, or computer. And I can't go anywhere except for school."
"Geez girl, what did you do now?"
"You know what I did Sam, it all happened yesterday!"
"Someone's cranky, stayed up reading again I see?"
"Actually, no… I was thinking."
"About what?" asked Danielle. She had just taken a desk next to them.
"Well, you know when you called me and I said I'd have to call you back?" said Emma.
"Yeah, what was that about?" asked Danielle.
"My parents were having a conversation… about me I think."
"What'd they say? Thinking about getting rid of you?" joked Sam.
"Sam, this is serious, just listen for a second!" said Emma. That seemed to get his attention. He and Dani looked at her with serious faces and motioned for her to continue. Emma then told them everything that her parents had said and everything that had happened.
"Wow, it sounds like they're hiding something pretty big…" said Dani.
"Yeah! And I really want to know what Thor meant when he said he had seen personally what hiding something like that could cause. I feel like that's important somehow," said Emma.
"Sounds like you need to learn some more about Thor," said Sam.
"You're right, my parents have never really told me much of anything about his background, I need to do some research… I can ask Jarvis, I'm sure he knows everything about Thor," replied Emma.
Dani opened her mouth to say something, but a paper airplane crashed into Emma's face before she could begin. Emma knew who had thrown it before she heard the obnoxious laughing in the back of the room. Emma balled up the paper airplane, stood up and made to throw it at the source of the laughter.
"Kenny, won't you just stop being so annoying and immature, what's wrong with you?!" She yelled. Before she could throw anything at Kenny though, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She spun around to see her Algebra teacher staring at her disapprovingly.
"Ms. Stark, will you please have a seat?"
"Yes Mr. Miller," sighed Emma. Mr. Miller began his lesson and Emma glanced back at Kenny. He made a rude face at her. She just glared back at him. She hated that kid.
When Emma got home, she immediately headed for her room. She walked past her mom and completely ignored her. She didn't see her dad, she figured he was tinkering away in his lab like usual. She was almost to her room when Ben came bounding down the hallway toward her.
"Hi Emma!" He shouted.
"Hey Ben buddy, how was your day?" Emma asked as she hugged him. She truly loved Ben more than anyone else in the world. He meant everything to her.
"It was awesome! Our teacher taught us how to paint, look I painted something for you!"
Emma took the painting. It looked like a big blob of colors to her, but Ben had made it, so it was special.
"Wow, this is the best work I've ever seen come from a seven year old, I love it. Thanks Ben," she said as she messed up his dark brown hair.
"You're welcome!" He chirped. He then continued to run down the hallway to do God knows what. He was just like their dad; he liked to mess with everything.
When Ben was gone, Emma walked into her room and wasted no time.
"Hey Jarvis?"
"Yes Ms. Stark?"
"Show me everything you have on Thor. I want to know everything about him."
"Of course Ms. Stark."
Emma's computer flared to life, and a bunch of files began filling the screen.
Finally, I'll get some answers.
Two hours later, Emma had read every single one of the files, some twice. She hadn't learned anything about Thor that helped her understand what he had said. She had learned quite a bit; his parents were Odin and Frigga, the rulers of Asgard. She knew that Thor was from there, but she hadn't known that he was a Prince there. She learned of how he almost caused a war with a place called Jotenheim, with creatures called Frost Giants. They sounded quite unpleasant. Most interesting of all, she learned that he used to have a lady friend on Earth, her name was Jane Foster. Apparently they split up years ago though. Most everything else she already knew about him. She was beginning to get very frustrated when her dad walked in.
"Emma, dinner's done, and… what are you doing?!" He asked.
"I'm just… umm…"
"Why are you looking at files of Thor?"
"Why do you sound so worried?"
"Emma… just… go eat your dinner, now!"
Emma stood up. She was going to get some answers.
"Dad, I want you to tell me what's going on. Now."
"Emma… there's nothing going on!"
"You're lying."
"Why would I…"
"Tell me what's going on."
"… Emma."
"TELL ME!" Emma screamed. She was so angry that he was hiding this from her. It was obviously important. She deserved to know. Her hands were balled in fists by her sides and she was breathing heavily. Tears were forming in her eyes. She had never been more enraged and upset. All of a sudden, her dad's expression turned into one of shock and horror. His eyes got wide and his mouth opened.
"Dad, what…"
"Guys, what's going on?" Ben called down the hallway, he was walking toward her room. Her dad seemed to snap out of his trance and ran out of the room.
"Ben, just go eat dinner."
"But, are you guys ok?"
"Yes! Ben, we're fine, just go into the kitchen. Now."
Her dad came back into the room, looked at Emma, and sighed heavily. He looked relieved.
"Emma, go into the kitchen and eat your dinner right now. And you will not talk to me like that again, understand?" He didn't wait for her answer. He left the room quickly.
Emma glanced over at her computer. She wasn't' getting any answers there. And she wasn't getting any answers from her parents. She would just have to do some more snooping on her own.
She briefly wondered if she even wanted to know what they were hiding.