Tony sighed miserably and dragged himself to the front of the class. He held his paper directly in front of his face. He began to speak in a dull, monotone voice. Mr. Charles slowly walked up to the boy.

"Mr. Stark, I… believe that your paper…. is not the classroom with your peers." Tony sighed once again as he lowered the paper. 'You try getting a cold read, if you may?' He noted mentally.

Tony glanced at the clock. 'Seven minutes left of class, this'll be easy.' He thought.

Tony began to read in a monotone voice again. "Hello, fellow peers. This is Tony Stark speaking, and you are about to witness a day in the life of everyone's favorite narcissist. No, not Donald Trump, idiots. I mean me, Anthony Edward Stark."

"Now, I wake up at precisely 5:45 A.M. and get dressed in my casual outfit. Then, I go downstairs to finish the homework that I was supposed to do yesterday, while Jarvis, my (sigh) parents' faithful butler (and father (well, that's what it seems like to me, at least)) makes the best darn French toast on Earth."

""Here you are, young sir, your french toast and eggs." Jarvis said stately. "Thanks, J. You're like the father I never had. I responded. As if he were on cue, my father, that fugly…. um, explicit, decided to waltz down the stairs and ruin my day just by showing up. To make the scenario worse, he sat in the seat directly across from me."

"Oh, and if you surprisingly haven't noticed, my 'father' so-called is an absolute felony to everyone on Earth. …..Well, at least to me. If my dad really loved me, he would actually take time off of his job and - god forbid - quit neglecting and abusing me and actually acknowledge my existence."

"But, anyways, my 'dad' glanced up from his newspaper and sipped his coffee. After a staring contest that seemed to be ions, he finally spoke. "Son." I stared him down, shoving invisible daggers into his forehead. "Howard." I simply refuse to call him father, because that's not what he acts like."

"I rush to finish my homework and eat my breakfast. I swiftly pass through my algebra as if it were the simplest form of arithmetic. Just as I pack up my work and rinse off my plate, my mom comes downstairs. My mom truly is wonderful person, even though she doesn't stop my 'father' from doing stuff to me."

"It is now 6:30, so I smile and wave goodbye to Jarvis. I give my mom a loving hug. All my sonofan …explicit.. gets is a glare."

"As I walked to school, I stopped by Clint's house with Natasha. Clint walks out as I check my watch. 'Right on time.' I thought as-"

The bell interrupted his very words. A feeling of relief spread through Tony like a wildfire. 'Phew.' He thought as he gathered his belongings. Just before he left, though, Mr. Charles called him over. "Mr. Stark, you will be finishing your essay next class." He said sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Charles." He sighed once more as he caught up with Clint and Bruce, running out of the door.

A/N: happy Columbus Day, everyone! I have just now finished some of Tony's essay. I also helped my friend dye his hair in a freaking gazebo because he doesn't know how to do it himself. But, that is what friends are for, right? Anyways, I have a soccer game tomorrow, so do not expect the next chapter to be posted because we're traveling! The wheels on the bus do go round and round, of course. Wish The Deadshots (it's a working title, okay?) luck, or should I say break a leg?

~agonizingapple98 :p

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