Disclaimer: I do not own Taz and Up - Team Starkid do and that's a fact I can't change.
Saturday morning came around just like any other warm July day as Taz lumbered out of bed, tripped on a soft blanket and fell straight to the floor. Her curly black mass of hair made friends with the cool blue carpet which flooded her room.
"Ugh" Taz not so eloquently said to nobody in particular.
She raised herself to her feet and blew a stray ringlet out of her path of vision. Two large floor-to-ceiling mirrors showed her that really she should have washed her face by now, but her thoughts were sidetracked by the garish pink and red dress threatening to slip off the hanger at the end of her wardrobe. She huffed in frustration, remembering that this Saturday was special: it was the day of her Quinceañera and the day, in the eyes of her family at least, she became a woman.
"Taz, jou better be awake by de time I get to de top of dese stairs" Her mother called out right on cue.
"Sí mamá" Taz replied barely loud enough to be heard.
Taz stumbled across her slightly untidy room and rubbed her eyes as she reached her monstrosity of a dress before slipping it over her head. She did a quick twirl and told herself it was to shake all the fabric out and that she certainly did not enjoy the weightless feeling. Despite the clashing of pinks and reds (which her mama should have known better than to choose), she had to admit the dress settled prettily on her tiny form.
A/N: Sorry this first part is so short. I promise longer chapters will follow - I just want to publish my first fanfic and I'm more than a little bit excited!