Hey guys! So I had this really cool idea implanted on my brain for a while, and I knew I just had to write it! Ik this means im writing 2 stories at the same time, but hey, that's easy. I can do that. Piece of cake. Enjoy! Oh, one more thing. Im adding a character, and that's gonna be me. Yes, im adding myself to the story. Deal. Im going to be an awesome addition, and youll all think it's an awesome idea! Woot [: and it's told from the new character's (me) POV. OH! ONE LAST THING! Im making this whole thing up. I swear. Ive been to NYC 5 times, but never have done this. Ever. K?

I stepped out of my mother's car, and told her goodbye. Forever, she was out of my hair. I hated her because she was such a…..jerk. She didn't love me, and she never will. She wasn't meant to. I grabbed my suitcase full of my clothes and the rest of my belongings and headed towards the apartment complex to find my dad's apartment. He actually cared. My parents divorced last year, and my mom thought it best that I stay with him. I have three older siblings, but they're all in college. It was just going to be me and my dad. I came from a town about 5 or 6 hours from here, but that town is a whole other story. Not telling that one. I knocked on my dad's door, and when he opened I explained that mom had just dropped me off to stay here, and never go back, like she had planned. My dad greeted me cheerfully, and helped me put my stuff in my room. I had a room here, because I came up for all my school vacations. He explained that I was going to go to a school down the road called the Tomorrow Academy, since I was so good at math and science, and it was known for its science programs.

I'm 16 years old, and my name is Cara. It's Italian for dear and Irish for friend. I am a very dear and friendly person at heart, so the name suits me. I'm half Italian, from my mother's side, and yeah, I have Italian skin, so I don't get sunburns. Enough about me. I can't explain myself, that one's impossible. I'm really weird.

Anyways, the next day was my first day at the Tomorrow Academy. I woke up to my alarm in the morning, much later than I used to have to wake up for school. I got dressed in my favorite navy blue shirt with a hand forming a peace sign on it, and a pair of ripped jeans with a tie-dye sweatshirt, and some chestnut UGG boots. I took my shower before I changed, then changed, then ate breakfast, then started my walk to my new high school.

Once I got there, I paused at the front door. I was carrying a white backpack, but the kind that you carry like a purse. I had all the supplies I needed in it, and I decided to walk inside. The letter I got from school said I had to go to the main office, so that's just where I went. When I got inside, the secretary was sitting at her desk typing some junk into her computer.

"Umm, hi, my name is Cara Miller, and I'm new here, I was told to come here?" I explained to the secretary, who's desk nameplate said 'Mrs. Tatters'. What a weird name.

"Oh, yeah. Here's your schedule." She said, handing me a piece of paper without even caring to look up at me. I grabbed the schedule and read my homeroom class. It said I had to go to math in room 114. I walked outside the main office and checked the room numbers. The first one I saw said 112, and the one to the left of it said 113, so I went left one more door to room 114, and entered. I handed my schedule to the teacher and she nodded.

"Class, say hello to Cara, our new student." The teacher introduced me, waving me on to sit down. I felt awkward as I felt everyone staring at me as I sat down. As soon as I sat down next to a brunette boy in a red shirt, people stopped staring and the teacher started the day's lesson.

I have short brown hair that reaches my shoulders, but I keep it up in a ponytail all the time. I have side bangs, but I clip them back. I wear glasses, and I have braces. I'm 5''8, and that means I'm pretty tall. I fit right in with everyone else here, except one thing. No one else wears the vibrant colors that I wear. I stick out like a sore thumb. Woo-hoo. At my old school, I didn't stick out this much. It was perfectly normal to be that vibrant at my old school because everyone else wore tie-dye colors, and abnormally colored pants. But not here. No one had yellow pants or tie-dye hoodies. No one here wore their north face jackets like sweatshirts, and I barely saw any UGG boots. I really stick out here. That's okay, though, because I'm a different person. Not normal at all. Nopells. (That means nope, but I made it sound cool!) After the class bell rang, I found at least four more periods pass by pretty quick. BY 5th period, my schedule said I had a 'free period.' What does that mean? IT doesn't have a room number. I saw a pink-haired girl walking down the hallway, and asked her.

"Exuse me, pinky, what is a 'free period'?" I asked, nicknaming her.

"My name is Pepper, not Pinky, and free period means you don't have a designated class, so you're free to do whatever you want. Hey, you can come with me! Yeah, stick with me, you'll have so much fun! You can meet my best friend, Tony Stark! He's tottaly awes-" The girl named Pepper went on. I stopped her though. Hey, she could've never stopped.

"Umm, ok, thanks." I said, following her as she walked off. I walked by her side, and she came to some stairs and walked up them. At the end of the stairs there was a door, and she opened it.

"This is the roof. Me and my friends like to hang out here a lot." Pepper explained to me, walking onto the roof. On some shafts that were placed on the roof sat a boy with brown hair, a red shirt, and some blue jeans with red lines down each side. The dude had matching red sneakers.

"Hey, Tony, this is Cara, she's new!" Pepper exclaimed to her friend, apparently Tony. I've heard of this guy before. Don't ask why, but I know everything about him, and Pepper, and their other friend Rhodey, and about Tony's dad being alive but captured, the whole deal. I know.

"Hi, Cara. I'm Tony." He said, waving at me as he ate a sandwich. Must be his lunch bell.

"Oh, cool." I responded, grabbing my own seat.

"So one question." I said to Tony.

"Shoot away." He responded.

"Is it fun being Iron Man?" I asked. Tony spit out the water he was drinking.

"What?" He said, shocked. Pepper was pretty shocked too. I stared at the two, waiting for an answer.

Whoooo! Told you im cool. I make an awesome character. Well, did you like? Review! Thanksss [: