I walk into my house as I take a deep breath. I hear footsteps come down the stairs and I smile when I see it's my dad.
"Hey kiddo; how was your first day of real school?" dad asks me.
"Today was AMAZING!" I say as I clap my hands together.
"Well, I'm glad that you're happy."
"I made friends today too!"
"Oh, really! What are they like?"
"Barry is really smart, and Peter, he's a bit of a dork, but I like that", I say smiling.
"Dorky friends are nice", dad says as he checks his hands out.
"Well, I have to do my homework", I say as I start to walk away from him.
"Hey, wait. Don't you need my help?" dad asks disappointed.
I run upstairs without looking back and go into my room. I go to my desk and open my backpack. I take out my binder and open it. I pull out the papers and I smile...Real homework.
You would think a normal kid would hate school, hate homework, but I loved it, I was so excited to be going to a real school and not be homeschooled by my dad.
"DINNER TIME!" my dad yells as I close my binder and shove it into my backpack. I open my bedroom door and walk downstairs. I take a seat at the dinner table and take a sip from the ice cold water that was next to me. My dad walks over to me and hands me a plate with a grilled chicken, peas, and mashed potatoes.
"Eat up Tyler", dad says. I take my knife and fork to slice my chicken into tiny pieces. I eat each piece one by one, and then I mix my peas with my potatoes. This was my ritual. If the peas were not mixed with my potatoes, the potatoes would not be eaten.
I burp at my last bite and giggle. My dad, who was sitting next to me, raises his hand up next to me and smiles. I slap my hand onto his and laugh a little more.
"You are almost as disgusting as your father."
"I'll beat you someday", I say smiling at my dad.
"Come on; let's get you ready for bed."
I nod and get up from the table, grabbing my utensils. I walk over to the sink in the kitchen and rinse my plate and plop it into the dishwasher. I rub my hands against my pants as my dad walks in.
"Goodnight daddy", I say.
"Daddy?" he asks confused, "You haven't called me that since you were 7."
"I'm really happy today, and this was all because of you."
Dad walks over to me and gives me a hug. "I love you Tyler."
"I love you too daddy", I say hugging back and nudging my head into his neck.
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Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die (Marvel/DC)Fanfiction
It's me, the one no one knows. I'm the daughter of a famous genius who also happens to be Iron Man. Yeah, you guessed it. Tony Stark is my father. The names Tyler. If you are wondering, my father hid me away from everyone so no one knows that I'm hi...