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Pepper: Hey! I heard you usually take really long with this part.

Me: HEY! Manny told you that, didn't he?

Pepper: NO…….maybe!

Me: aagghhh…..*sighs* come with me. ON WITH THE STORY!

Iron Man: A Christmas Story

The boy sat in class, wondering what the good part of Christmas was. He was paying attention, yet he was not. He was deep in thought. He didn't feel he needed to pay attention, after all, it was science, and he is a genius.

What good is Christmas if I'll never get the one thing that I want? He thought to himself.

What good is looking in my heart for desire if my heart is made of metal? He groaned in his mind. Then the bell rang.

The boy had to be the only stooge to Christmas in the entire school. He hated it, how everyone told him "Merry Christmas!" patting him on the back, every time they passed him in the halls of his school.

"Tony, why do you hate Christmas so much?" His friends constantly asked him, hoping for an answer. All they ever got so far was, "Because I have my reasons." They would groan, and plead with him. They told him how he already had a red shirt, shoes, and suit of armor. Not to mention his winter coat was red. They told him that had to mean something. He simply told them it's because he likes red. It's plain and simple.

The girl, his female friend, seems to get into his head pretty easily. He thinks of how she says red is her favorite color, and he thinks of how it's all over him. He thinks of how easily he can make the wrong choice, go down the wrong path. He wonders if he did that long ago.

The three are walking home, when the red boy finally decides to tell his friends why he hates Christmas.

"Well, back before my mother—well, you guys know—me, my dad and my mom were a normal, happy family. We had a great time on Christmas—until about 13 years ago, Christmas Eve. My mother took me on a walk through the city while my dad was at work. We were at fourth street. She started to tell me the story of 'The Miracle On Fourth Street". The next I know, I'm standing on the street, all alone. I look around for my mother and then I see her, she's standing there, in front of me. When I go to hug her, she disappears. I didn't know what to do, I was only three—" The boy tried to go on, but needed to pause, to keep from crying. It still hurt.

"When I landed on my butt, on fourth street, new years eve, all I could do was cry. The police, they came, and they didn't know what to do. So I ran from them. I ran home, to find my dad. I was smart, no doubt, so I found my way home, weakly and pathetically. I walked into Stark International, and had someone bring me to my dad. When I got to him, I was alone, cold, crying, and trying my best to explain to him while crying, what had happened. From that day, I have always hated Christmas." He finished, getting deep breaths, trying to calm down.

"Wow…..so your mom just disappeared, right on the spot?" The girl asked, in awe. Now she knew why it was so hard for him to get through. Both his parents-taken tragically from him at a young age. Poor guy.

"Well, can you just try to like it, for me?" The girl pleaded to him. The boy sighed. His other friend stepped to the side for a moment.

"Fine, but only because I would do anything for you." They stood at fourth street, indeed having a miracle.

Whoo! That was awesome. This story is probably gonna take a little longer, since im writing another one at the same time. Reviews please!(I know they'll all be awesomeee)