Miki huffed and glared to her blue painted room, noting, for the umpteenth time that she hated the color. Her father was singing again, one of his musical ballads, the lyrics hardly ready and his singing never going to make it to Hollywood, said by Simon Cowell himself.
It was past six though and Miki had to be to school a bit early today. Huffing yet again and blowing a strand of red hair out of her eyes, she stretched and began her routine. Once her teeth were brushed and hair combed, she glanced down herself, remembering she had never put on pajamas and had only slept in underwear. She shrugged though. It happened more often than not, but she was rather cold now.
Hurriedly she slipped on her school uniform, adding her little flares here and there as she always did everyday. A smiley pin on the short sleeve, two extra purple bows on the buttons down the shirt, three necklaces clinking together to hide the hideous tie, and of course her bright purple knee high socks. Socks were basically the only thing not on the school dress code list, so she was going to take advantage of such a typo until someone noticed.
Skipping downstairs, she waved to her dad at the piano, his wispy hair and rectangle glasses in place as always. "Off to school already?" he questioned, voice noticeably accented from England.
"Have to stop by Connor's place, then try to sign up for the writer's club again." Miki, having lived with two native English speakers, spoke somewhat the same.
"They still haven't let you join?" The piano music stopped abruptly, ceasing Miki's toe tapping as she waited for her toast to be ready to take. Miki faced her father as he approached, an over dramatic face of outrage forming on his scrunched eyebrows. Before he could explode however, Miki smiled and kissed his cheek.
"It's okay Daddy," she assured. "They just don't like me very much."
"And why not?"
"I told you. It's run by Selia and Stefon. The wanna be poets. They get to decide who joins. And its all fan fiction, wanna be writers who sit around talking about Twilight all day."
Her father cocked an eyebrow. "So why would you want to join?"
Miki shrugged, but wore an evil smile. "To defeat one's enemy, one must infiltrate the ranks first dear father."
He laughed and hugged her close. "Such an evil little thing."
"I know, I know," she laughed and jumped up as the toast popped. "I'll be home late too. Probably hang out with Connor."
"No surprises there," he teased and she stuck out her tongue.
"Love you dad."
"Love you too honey."
Whenever it was just the two of them at home, since Miki's mother was performing in shows in the city all week, it was quieter. Miki sighed, not liking it much, but she pasted on a smile and directed her bike to Connor's house. It had been a few days since she had stopped by and she hoped he was ready for class so they could ride to campus together. However, when she arrived, a car pulled into the driveway with the stereo blaring. Miki skidded her tires to not ram into the backside of the car, staring as the driver cut the engine, and the music, and got out.
She had seen him before...the new guy, right. Connor had taken to hanging out with him. Which was why Miki hadn't seen him the past few days.
"Hi," she offered, trying not to glare. She set her bike up against the garage door and hurried to the front door before the new guy could. The morning air was cold where her bare legs showed beneath her skirt and she shivered slightly on the front step. Ringing the doorbell, she glanced behind where the new guy was, folding her arms and again resisting a glare. Steal my friend will you?