A/N: Hi everyone! Im so happy, 47 views and one follower! And only one day after publishing! Anyway, you know the drill, I dont own the Avengers, or anything else 'cept the OCs.
I sighed, hearing Dana barge into my room screaming, "GOOD MORNAHING, WAHAKE UP TO A BRAHND NEW DAY!"
"Oh, Dana, SHUT UP!" I moaned throwing some random stuffed animal at her. I heard the clanking of my mom's heels coming towards our joined bedroom.
"Is that anyway to treat your sister?" Mom crossed her arms, stopping at my door.
"Yeah, Danie!" Dana retorted.
"But MOOM! She came barging into my room SINGING!" I moaned.
"The both of you! Just stop. This is the first day of eighth grade and your acting like two year olds." Mom said walking out of the room turning the light on,
"THE LIGHT!" I said crouching on the floor. "Is it cold out, JARVIS?"
"It is sixty seven degrees out, Miss Stark." The British voice rings out.
"Thanks, JAR." I said using my annoying nickname for the AI.
"What are you wearing?" I asked Dana, to make sure we didn't wear similar outfits. "Um, I think that tye~dye dress we both have."
"Kay, wont wear that then." I slipped a pair of jeans and a purple short sleeved button up into my arms from a drawer.
"Mornin'." I said plopping down on a stool at the kitchen island. Brian nodded at me, his mouth full of cereal. Uncle Bruce and Brian live on the same level as us, so we share a kitchen. I reached forward to grab a bowl and the box of cereal. "Did you just take the milk out now?" I asked.
"Yeah, like ten minutes ago." He said hopping off of his stool and putting his dishes in the sink. It couldnt have gone bad by now, right? I thought and shrugged. The most bad milk is going to get me is a trip to the nurses office at school. I heard faint talking and laughter coming up from the stairway. Thinking I was just hearing something from outside, I didnt think much of it. I started to pour the milk onto my cereal when Slap! Tyler's big hand met my back with a loud noise, spilling all of the milk I was pouring straight out onto my pants.
"TYLER ODINSON!" I yelled throwing the now empty milk carton on the floor. I jumped off of the stool and bounded for him.
"Danie," He said blocking my attack with one arm. "I didn't mean to spill that on you. Why would you think that I meant to do that?" he said smugly with a creepy smile plastered onto his face.
"I know where you got that from." A very familiar voice called out from the living room.
"DAD! HE SPILLED THE MIL-"
"I know, I know. Go get changed and I'll take care of this." Dad put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me towards my room. As I opened my door I could hear Dad saying "You know I'm really not going to punish you..." I rolled my eyes.
I put new jeans on and sat on my bed. Its going to be the first day of eighth grade, when did I grow up so fast?! I thought for a couple minutes and had my train of thought interrupted by, "TIME TO GO, WERE GONNA CARPOOL THE FIRST DAY, AND THE REST OF THE YEAR!"
Uncle Steve kept yelling until everyone's ears were ringing. I got up and I felt a sudden bout of nausea hit me. I grabbed my bag and headed for the stairs, now wondering how in the world we were all going to fit in one car. Well, Tony skipped a grade and Tyler is just older than us by a year so they were going to High School. So that would leave me, Dana, Jake, Carl, Erica, and Luke. Plus Uncle Steve driving us, thats Seven people in one car.
In the garage, we tried to figure out how to set a seating arangement up. "Ok! I've figured this out, were doing this by height." Uncle Steve said, bracing himself for the complaints to come.
"What?" "That's not fair!"
"He will sit on me!"
"I'm gonna end up sitting in the back."
"Can I call shotgun still?"
"It's not my fault I'm short!"
"TEN HUT!" Uncle Steve yelled, having done stuff like this for most of our lives, stood straight as a board. "At ease." He said, "And then we are going to rotate. Back row on the drivers right to the passenger seat ad so on, moving counter clock wise." A murmur of "Oohs" washed across us. "Now, get into height order from tallest to shortest." He said, turning around to unlock the mini van. We fumbled around a bit until we got into an order of Carl, Luke, Erica, me, Dana and Jake. It was a really close call.
We filed into the car and started on our way to school. We ended up listening to some music from the fourties that was on the radio, that uncle steve insisted that we "listen to it! Because they dont make good music like this anymore."
"Here we are, kids. Have a great first day of school!" Uncle Steve shouted out while we piled out of the van.
We stood in a line infront of the school, as Uncle Steve drove away.
"This is it," I whispered.
A/N: I just love cliff hangers. Review and we will continue writing! Next chapter my awesome co~writer/best friend will be writing, just a heads up. Thanks for reading!