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Iron Will

Just Great

A week had passed and throughout each day, Peyton had been praying that day would be the day she would get the call from The Times. As days went by, she became less hopeful. Maybe they had decided that they didn’t want her, or maybe Professor Edwin couldn’t convince the department to accept her as the nominee. God, she hoped that her imagination was getting out of control and none of those ideas were reality…

It was nearing noon on Friday. Peyton had just arrived home from school and decided that she would have some time to herself to rest and get thoughts of the project out of her mind, even if for only a little while. She was already in her most comfortable pajamas, and had bought an assortment of junk food on her way to her apartment from the local liquor store. As she got one of the few small canisters of ice cream from the freezer, she got a spoon and threw herself onto the couch tiredly, turning on the television and picking a movie off of Netflix.

Just as the movie began, her cell phone began to ring on the counter. Groaning, she took a quick bite of the chocolate chip cookie dough dessert and hopped over to the mobile device, almost tripping on some cushions in the process. The number was unknown and she contemplated on picking it up.

Shrugging, she answered the call and placed it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Miss Peyton Salvatorrelli?” A feminine voice inquired.

“Yes, this is she. Who may I ask is calling?”

“This is Marlene Herrera, I’m with The Los Angeles Times.” Peyton’s heart began to race and she stood up so her posture was straighter. “I’m sorry for not calling earlier, we’ve been a little busy on this end.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, please don’t worry.” Peyton replied. “I’m just so happy that you called!”

There was a light laugh from the other end and it somewhat eased Peyton’s continuously growing nerves. “Well, if you’re free to talk to right now, I’d like to discuss a few of the details of this contest?”

“Of course,” Peyton nodded, shaking her head when she realized that Marlene couldn’t see her.

“Great! Well, first off, students will live with the person they’ve been assigned to for two months. We still haven’t figured out who everyone will be assigned to, however, we’ll figure this out in a week. Next week we’ll call everyone’s mentor, yours being Professor Edwin, and tell them who was selected for you. The week after that, you’ll move in. We’re giving people a week before they move in so they can do research on their person.

“During your time living with them, you’ll be able to interview them, watch them conduct business or do their job. Now, you don’t have to interview them, however, it would most certainly help your article. The article you must write doesn’t have a minimum or maximum amount of words or length that must be met. There really isn’t much to this at all, but do you have any questions for me to answer at all?”

“No, thank you Marlene, I understand everything.” Peyton grinned.

“Wonderful, if you have questions that you might think of later, feel free to give me a call at this number from ten in the morning to four in the afternoon.”

“I will, Marlene. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Peyton, and congratulations.”

“Thanks, Marlene. Goodbye.”


After hanging up, Peyton raced back to the couch and grabbed her ice cream, resuming the movie and enjoying the rest of the day. Today had been one of the best days she could ever remember having…

“Miss Salvatorrelli, a word?” Professor Edwin called as the room began to become depleted of students.

“Sure, Professor,” she nodded, picking up her things and walked towards her teacher. “Did the paper call you?”

“That they did,” he nodded. “And they’ve told me who you were assigned to.”

“Really? Who? Who is it?” She questioned eagerly.

Sighing, he picked up a folder and placed it atop the desk, motioning for her to read it. She picked it up and let her fingers roam across the manila folder, soon flipping it open and looking at the person’s picture along with the bit of information Professor Edwin had kindly provided.

“Tony Stark, the former weapons manufacturer.”

Peyton gazed at the picture with curiosity. She had never really seen much of the billionaire, never having the time to watch press conferences of his and, part of the time, not really caring about his company at all. However, as of late, he’d been in the papers a lot since revealing the fact that he had created a suit of armor and was now known as a super hero under the alias of Iron Man.

This could be a hard person to write an article about. Some people liked him because of his weapons, and some people didn’t. Some people didn’t like him because of all the rumors going around that he was a complete and total ladies’ man and a bit a smartass. When she thought about it, there were quite a few reasons as to why people didn’t like Tony Stark.

Edwin looked at Peyton with concern, noticing that she had been quiet and brooding over Stark for a bit of time. “Peyton, are you alright?” He asked.

Looking up, she nodded slowly. “Great,”

Just great… she thought.


Thank you so much for your lovely comment! I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the story and I'm going to be publishing the next chapter soon. :)

Aishiteruyo. Aishiteruyo.
You should definitely continue this story. It's great.
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Thanks so much, and I'm very honored that you decided to comment upon my story! :)
I'm about halfway through typing chapter six, so hopefully it won't be much longer before the next chapter's out!
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This is good! I barely ever leave comments but I really liked this and I hope you update soon :)
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I'm loving this! :D
Keep it up!
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