biding time [open]

[Azarni Inoue]

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[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=width,400px,btable][atrb=style,background-color:#D8B072;border:1px solid #D8B072;border-top-right-radius: 50px;border-bottom-right-radius:50px;border-bottom-left-radius:50px] [/style] [tr][style=width: 320px; padding: 20px; color: #000000]Suzume hated her fake ears with a firey, burning passion. They were so stupid. Who gave a fuck if she was sixteen and earless? Hell, no one in Spain had given a rip that she'd been fourteen and earless, and they probably wouldn't've blinked if she'd been twelve and earless. But nooooooo, Japanese people were such prudes. How could she have been born from two people from this dumbass culture? she wondered as she munched on some sort of omelettey thing from a vendor. It was nothing like tortilla, but it eased the ache a little bit. She wondered if she'd be able to get into the school's kitchens to make herself some tortilla, and made a mental note to find out. If she could have tortilla again, life might get a mite more bearable. She huffed a sigh of irritation, moving on from the stand she had bought at, a scowl forming on her face. If she got expelled, she'd be sent to live with her "Okaa", her birth mother, and whatever brats that woman had pushed out since her last forced visit at thirteen. She had another one coming up sometime this summer break, which she was dreading. She liked the half siblings her Mama had given birth to, she couldn't stand her "Okaa"'s children. They were so stupid and whiny and bratty and ugly. No color or interest to them at all, just like the rest of Japan, and they disliked her as much as she disliked them. Spent all their damn time trying to get her into trouble till she cracked and got their sorry butts into trouble. Actually, the spell stuff might be useful for that next visit. If they got grounded within the first day or two for, say, a broken vase or table, she would be free of their asses, and maybe even get Okaa off her tail so she could have some quality time with her real family. They liked jumping on that one couch in the living room, wasn't that what Okaa had said last month, when her dad made them have a phone conversation? She'd break that when Okaa went to sit on it after greeting them, loud and angry scoldings and groundings would ensue, and she'd be free of 90% of her annoyances for 90% of the time. So maybe something good would be coming from her incarceration at this dumb school. But back to those goddamned ears. She had to wear them whenever she went out, in case she somehow ran into her dad, on threat of being sent to Okaa. Which meant she had to wear them when she went shopping, which was so uncool. And obnoxious and fucking annoying. Someday she'd like, murder her dad for this, but she didn't have that sort of opportunity right now. Plus Mama might be upset then, she was stupidly in love with the old asshole, after all. Ugh. She made a face at her empty hands, now that she'd finished her food. She either needed more food, or she needed to find the sort of skirt she was hunting for. Either or. She really wanted a specific type of skirt for when she skyped her boyfriend next week. Relationships kinda got dragged down with distance, y'know? She had to do something to keep it around till she could escape this hellhole of an island and get back home. But he was a patient guy - she only had like two years before she could get back, and he'd been wanting to date her since he was twelve and she was nine, but he'd waited four years for that. So they'd be fine. She just had to wait till her dad couldn't stuff her off to Okaa as punishment, so she still had access to her credit cards, and she could ship herself home and resume her real life. But in the meantime, she needed that skirt. Her eyes scanned the shops nearer to her. Which would be more likely to have that style... Notes; enjoy~ Tags; open Wordcount; 674 template made for and by Chama