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Just great.

You couldn’t find your glasses, and your head was frantically trying to pull together the worst scenarios that could happen to you at this new school.
More like new 'hell' in your opinion.

Looking on the bathroom counter for your specks, you heard your bedroom door swing open; followed by the sound of heels clacking on wood.

Some kind of expensive wood called 'dalbergia', that your father had shipped in from Madagascar.
Your mother insisted on the new mansion in Japan be built with only the finest materials, even though she didn’t fancy the color.

Typical arrogance.

"Honey, I had the maid press your uniform. She'll help you get into it of you need it."

Your mothers sweet voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, her knuckles gently tapping on the other side.

Your hair was still damp from your shower, and you definitely weren't in the mood to argue with her, so you just sighed and replied.

"Alright, thank you."

You answered quickly, hoping to get the point across that you weren't really to keen on her staying around long.

"And wearing it isn't a suggestion, it's a demand. I cant have you making us look like some neanderthals who don’t know how to dress properly, now can I?"

She apparently caught on, hearing her heels clack against the floor again after she gave her input.
She always had to have the last word, but you didn’t mind.
If it makes her happy, just let her waste her breath.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you opened the door and walked over to your closet; passing the yellow dress and stockings with a distasteful frown.

"Anissa, have you seen my Pac-Man shirt? Ya' know, the blue one?"

Unlike your mother and father, you found it a priority to treat your hired help with respect. That included actually learning their names.

"I washed it miss."

Her sweet elderly voice came from the foot of your bed, were she sat patiently awaiting a request.

Your eyes rolled at the title.
You hated it when people would call you 'Miss' or 'Ma'am'. It just didn’t sound right to you.

You scanned through the closet once more and turned to look at the woman who sat on your bed.

"Thanks, but I was actually planning to wear that today."

You looked back at your closet and raised an eyebrow.

"And were are my jeans? The ones with the holes in them."

Anissa smiled causing her face to wrinkle.
No matter what, she always seemed to be one step ahead of you.

"They are in your bag, along with your shirt."

She gave a hearty laugh at the expression on your face, and stood to go shut your closet door that you had carelessly left open.

"I figured you would be more comfortable in your usual attire, and not this monkey suit that would make even the queen of England herself look like a banana."

She sat your bag on the bed, and placed your converse inside.

"No pun intended."

For once in the past week you had actually genuinely smiled.
Perhaps today wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

"I have no idea what I would do without you."

The old woman beamed at your kind words, handing you the yellow dress.

"Even though you don’t plan on wearing it all day, it would probably be better for both of us if your mother saw you leaving the home with it on."

The side of your mouth twitched, but you nodded in agreement.
Better your mother and father at least assume you're obeying them.

You took the uniform, and went back into the bathroom to slip it on.

Even though you weren't much for dresses, it did compliment your figure fairly well.
Your _(e/c)_ orbs popped with the yellow fabric, and your hair dried naturally giving you that relaxed look.

"okay, what do you think?"

You spoke rather sarcastically as you opened up the bathroom door to show yourself to Anissa.

Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with glee.

"_______... You look absolutely stunning!"

As you came closer, her hand gently touched your cheek in a motherly fashion.

"You are beautiful dear."

Through the parade of compliments, her hands quickly went to fix the bow around your neck; pulling the collar over it correctly.

"But anyone could easily tell its not something you wear often."

A loud laughed left your body, and you gave her a quick hug.
Grabbing your things, and a hat, you left your room.

"Lets keep it that way!"

Your voice filled the halls, and your feet pattered around the corners of the mansion.

Making your way to the large grand stair case, your limo driver waited at the bottom.
He was a younger man, but far from a spring chicken.

"Do you have everything Miss _______? Please, allow me to carry your bag."

You gave him a look, making him smile.
Handing him the bag, he followed beside you to the front doors.

"I hate it when you call me 'Miss', and you know it Frank."

His deep chuckle made you grin, as his steps quickened so that he could have the door open before you got there.

"One of the only reasons why I continue to do it, other than your mother would have my skin as a rug if I didn’t."

You both laughed, the outside breeze filling your lungs.
The front of the house was gorgeous compared to the one back in California.
Cherry blossom trees as far as the eyes could see.

"Speaking of your mother-"

Before Frank could finish, your hand pulled the limo door open, and there she sat.

Oh god no.

"Speaking of me? Oh please continue."

Your mothers arms crossed. She sat patiently in the back seat, glaring daggers at Frank.
Quickly intercepting before your mother released her wrath, you spoke.

"We were just talking about how beautiful you looked today."

Glancing over to your poor driver, he held his breath frightened for his job.

Fortunately, she happily accepted the compliment, forgetting about what was originally happening.
Patting the seat next to her, she motioned for you to sit.

"Well thank you. I moisturized before bed last night."

She smiled, but quickly got back on topic.

"I thought that I would ride with you on your first day to school, and I also have to go pick out a new wardrobe for our house warming party Saturday."

She seemed so happy when she was talking about herself, but when it came to others, she only aimed to please.

"And don't you worry, I'll be sure to get you a new gown too!"

A small bead of sweat formed on your right temple, and your eye twitched slightly.

Not only did you hate dresses and girly things, but you were also a tad bit socially awkward. Your mom always making it a priority to pick your friends out for you; and most of them are just in it for the benefits.

Most barley even spoke with you, and when they did, they spent most of their time just trying to kiss-up to your parents.

"Oh, great… thanks mom."

Yup, This Saturday was going to be interesting indeed.

Frank was just pulling out of the drive way, the enormous iron gates opening at the motion of the car.
Your mother looked up at the family initials with disgust as the limo passed.

"I told your father to have those replaced with silver. Well you see how well he listens to me."

She looked at you for some words of agreement, but you just sat in silence.
Not getting what she wanted, she looked to Frank who sat in the drivers seat.

"When we return home, remind me to have that order; will you?"

He nodded, and switched gears going onto the main road.

"Of course ma'am."

You mother smiled, and looked back at you.
Her face soon lighting up with surprise.

"Oh, _______! You finally decided to stop wearing those ugly glasses hm?"

God damn it.

Description
Just great.

You couldn’t find your glasses, and your head was frantically trying to pull together the worst scenarios that could happen to you at this new school.
More like new 'hell' in your opinion.

Looking on the bathroom counter for your specks, you heard your bedroom door swing open; followed by the sound of heels clacking on wood.

Some kind of expensive wood called 'dalbergia', that your father had shipped in from Madagascar.
Your mother insisted on the new mansion in Japan be built with only the finest materials, even though she didn’t fancy the color.

Typical arrogance.

"Honey, I had the maid press your uniform. She'll help you get into it of you need it."

Your mothers sweet voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, her knuckles gently tapping on the other side.

Your hair was still damp from your shower, and you definitely weren't in the mood to argue with her, so you just sighed and replied.

"Alright, thank you."

You answered quickly, hoping to get the point across that you weren't really to keen on her staying around long.

"And wearing it isn't a suggestion, it's a demand. I cant have you making us look like some neanderthals who don’t know how to dress properly, now can I?"

She apparently caught on, hearing her heels clack against the floor again after she gave her input.
She always had to have the last word, but you didn’t mind.
If it makes her happy, just let her waste her breath.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you opened the door and walked over to your closet; passing the yellow dress and stockings with a distasteful frown.

"Anissa, have you seen my Pac-Man shirt? Ya' know, the blue one?"

Unlike your mother and father, you found it a priority to treat your hired help with respect. That included actually learning their names.

"I washed it miss."

Her sweet elderly voice came from the foot of your bed, were she sat patiently awaiting a request.

Your eyes rolled at the title.
You hated it when people would call you 'Miss' or 'Ma'am'. It just didn’t sound right to you.

You scanned through the closet once more and turned to look at the woman who sat on your bed.

"Thanks, but I was actually planning to wear that today."

You looked back at your closet and raised an eyebrow.

"And were are my jeans? The ones with the holes in them."

Anissa smiled causing her face to wrinkle.
No matter what, she always seemed to be one step ahead of you.

"They are in your bag, along with your shirt."

She gave a hearty laugh at the expression on your face, and stood to go shut your closet door that you had carelessly left open.

"I figured you would be more comfortable in your usual attire, and not this monkey suit that would make even the queen of England herself look like a banana."

She sat your bag on the bed, and placed your converse inside.

"No pun intended."

For once in the past week you had actually genuinely smiled.
Perhaps today wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

"I have no idea what I would do without you."

The old woman beamed at your kind words, handing you the yellow dress.

"Even though you don’t plan on wearing it all day, it would probably be better for both of us if your mother saw you leaving the home with it on."

The side of your mouth twitched, but you nodded in agreement.
Better your mother and father at least assume you're obeying them.

You took the uniform, and went back into the bathroom to slip it on.

Even though you weren't much for dresses, it did compliment your figure fairly well.
Your _(e/c)_ orbs popped with the yellow fabric, and your hair dried naturally giving you that relaxed look.

"okay, what do you think?"

You spoke rather sarcastically as you opened up the bathroom door to show yourself to Anissa.

Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with glee.

"_______... You look absolutely stunning!"

As you came closer, her hand gently touched your cheek in a motherly fashion.

"You are beautiful dear."

Through the parade of compliments, her hands quickly went to fix the bow around your neck; pulling the collar over it correctly.

"But anyone could easily tell its not something you wear often."

A loud laughed left your body, and you gave her a quick hug.
Grabbing your things, and a hat, you left your room.

"Lets keep it that way!"

Your voice filled the halls, and your feet pattered around the corners of the mansion.

Making your way to the large grand stair case, your limo driver waited at the bottom.
He was a younger man, but far from a spring chicken.

"Do you have everything Miss _______? Please, allow me to carry your bag."

You gave him a look, making him smile.
Handing him the bag, he followed beside you to the front doors.

"I hate it when you call me 'Miss', and you know it Frank."

His deep chuckle made you grin, as his steps quickened so that he could have the door open before you got there.

"One of the only reasons why I continue to do it, other than your mother would have my skin as a rug if I didn’t."

You both laughed, the outside breeze filling your lungs.
The front of the house was gorgeous compared to the one back in California.
Cherry blossom trees as far as the eyes could see.

"Speaking of your mother-"

Before Frank could finish, your hand pulled the limo door open, and there she sat.

Oh god no.

"Speaking of me? Oh please continue."

Your mothers arms crossed. She sat patiently in the back seat, glaring daggers at Frank.
Quickly intercepting before your mother released her wrath, you spoke.

"We were just talking about how beautiful you looked today."

Glancing over to your poor driver, he held his breath frightened for his job.

Fortunately, she happily accepted the compliment, forgetting about what was originally happening.
Patting the seat next to her, she motioned for you to sit.

"Well thank you. I moisturized before bed last night."

She smiled, but quickly got back on topic.

"I thought that I would ride with you on your first day to school, and I also have to go pick out a new wardrobe for our house warming party Saturday."

She seemed so happy when she was talking about herself, but when it came to others, she only aimed to please.

"And don't you worry, I'll be sure to get you a new gown too!"

A small bead of sweat formed on your right temple, and your eye twitched slightly.

Not only did you hate dresses and girly things, but you were also a tad bit socially awkward. Your mom always making it a priority to pick your friends out for you; and most of them are just in it for the benefits.

Most barley even spoke with you, and when they did, they spent most of their time just trying to kiss-up to your parents.

"Oh, great… thanks mom."

Yup, This Saturday was going to be interesting indeed.

Frank was just pulling out of the drive way, the enormous iron gates opening at the motion of the car.
Your mother looked up at the family initials with disgust as the limo passed.

"I told your father to have those replaced with silver. Well you see how well he listens to me."

She looked at you for some words of agreement, but you just sat in silence.
Not getting what she wanted, she looked to Frank who sat in the drivers seat.

"When we return home, remind me to have that order; will you?"

He nodded, and switched gears going onto the main road.

"Of course ma'am."

You mother smiled, and looked back at you.
Her face soon lighting up with surprise.

"Oh, _______! You finally decided to stop wearing those ugly glasses hm?"

God damn it.