You see her? That girl with the blonde ponytail, stumbling through the office trying desperately to do… well- whatever it is she needs to get done. Her name is Virginia Pepper Potts. She's nineteen years old, majoring in business, and Yes! She's very, very, very far away from home. How do I know that? Well… because she's me. I'm her. You get the point. This is my story. I bet you're wondering how I landed the job at the legendary Stark Industries. Well as you can see it was NOT easy, but to understand what I mean, we should start where it all began.

2 weeks ago

Stanford University

"Virginia, I just don't understand. Why couldn't you have just gone to Ohio University? It's a business school too."

I tried to hold the phone as close to my ear as possible but the cord kept getting in my way. "It's a REALLY good school mom. Not many applicants actually get in. You should be proud of me." I explain while trying to untangle myself.

"I am proud of you, but you're so far away."

"I promise I'll come back for holidays, but I really have to go and pick up my class schedule."

"Okay," she replies hesitantly, "but if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

"A cordless phone would be nice." I say after I finally free myself, "Love you."

Hanging up I slam the phone on the receiver, fed up with it.

Remember when you were about thirteen years old and life was all about making good grades and not falling into peer pressure? Then high school rolls by and it's all about picking out a pretty kick ass college? Well I'm going to let you in on a little secret, by the time you are about twenty and high school is over and you can't pay for your college tuition because for some reason your scholarship money isn't getting through, life becomes all about money.

Next thing you know, you are applying for two jobs, just praying it would be enough for at least two classes at the dream college you've been working for, since you were like… ten years old at least and piling up lie after lie to your mother for why you can't come home for thanksgiving. Not like anyone wants to go home on Thanksgiving, but you guys see where I'm coming from.

It's a real bummer too, because just yesterday I was all excited, thinking to myself, Yes! This is where my life begins! Little did I know, I had some trouble in the financial department. UGH! Peter Pan was right! Wendy should have just stayed in Neverland!

Okay, but really! Long story short… I need a job.

Like a REALLY good one. If only I knew where to look.

Reader's Note:

Okay, I'm not gonna lie. This story is going to be written pretty simply. They may be three pages at most, but I'm writing it this way for a reason. These are suppose to be like flashbacks, memories really and written as Pepper remembers them. Anyway, thank you for reading and tell me what you think. Love it, Hate it, Don't understand it. Either way. Please…

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