Hi my fellow readers…..if I hav any… lol. Well I have anime-Chan! YAY! Im changing a few things because this story doesn't satisfy me yet. Please review and give me advice anything at all I need it!!
The spilled soapy water soaked into Nakahahra Sunako's favorite jeans. Sighing in annoyance Sunako grabbed her towel to clean up the mess. Ever since her mom died, she has had to clean up after her so-called "family".
The sound of heels came clicking around the corner. Blond locks popped around the wall revealing Maririn, one of Sunako's evil stepsisters. If looks could kill, then Maririn's would cause a massacre.
"Oh my, what's our poor little slave girl doing?" she sarcastically said while flicking her hair back.
"Cleaning up." Sunako murmured keeping her eyes casted down to the floor avoiding Maririn's intimidating stare. From her past experiences, shes learned to just ignore what her step sisters said. Talking back was not a good option.
Uncontrollable laughs burst out causing Sunako's head to jerk to the sound. Maririn's sisters Machapii and Rierie ran toward their beloved sister. They did all this, while tracking mud through the just cleaned floor. After an over dramatic hug Machapii faced Sunako.
"Opps, did we do that?" she giggled pointing to the muddy floor. This was nothing new to Sunako.
All she did was grab her towel and start to clean up the stupid mess. Anger filled her head. Thoughts of ways to viciously murder her sisters consumed her brain. Maybe she could go Texas Chainsaw Massacre on their spoiled asses. Her lips slightly smiled at the sweet thought of that. Without realizing that she had spaced off, a sudden object stabbed her hand. Maririn had stepped onto Sunakos outstretched hand, with her brand new stilettos, causing Sunako to cry out in pain.
"Please stop, Maririn!" Sunako pleaded trying to keep from crying and attacking the bitch.
"You're an utterly pathetic bitch." Maririn said as she stepped off the now bruised hand.
Sunako picked up her things and escaped to her tiny basement room. She threw herself on the bed, burying her face into her cotton pillow. "I give up!" she bitterly said aloud to herself. "How much more bullshit can I take from them? All I do is clean and clean and what do I get? Absolutly nothing! Damn them!"
As she turned her head, she saw the photo of her smiling mom waving at the camera. "I have to be strong! Just for you, Mom!"
Sunako's mom had stayed strong throughout her long battle with cancer but she eventually lost the battle. Leaving Sunako with her hopeless dad that had to remarry less then a year later to a complete bitch.
'Oh well, I'll just calm down by taking a bath.' With that thought, she got up and went to the bathroom.
As she turned the knob, the fresh warm water slowly filled up. The pounding of the water filling the tub, was the only sound breaking the silence. Barely dipping her foot in the water to check it, the hot water scalded her foot. She jumped back with a girly yelp. She listened to the comforting silence. After five minutes, she slipped into the soothing water concealing most of her, leaving her head bodiless on the surface. She slowly put her head underwater. To her it felt like the water seeped through her, cleansing her of her sins and troubles. The darkness under the water was a secret world of peace for Sunako. Her only true escape from the bitches. The light invaded her eyes when she surfaced, bringing her back into reality.
"What The Fuck! Get the fuck out of the bathroom. I need it!" whined Maririn.
Grabbing a clean towel Sunako stepped out, and wrapped it around her tall stick like frame. She glanced at the mirror, a tired black haired girl was staring back grimly at her.
Sunako sighed and slowly opened the door only to see Maririn with her two sisters glaring at Sunako, with their perfect tanned arms across their chests.
"Took you long enough, you freak." Maririn smiled while putting one of her perfectly pedicures fingers on the door, forcing herself past Sunako causing Sunako to bump into the wall.
Sunako was about to walk away, when her timid stepsister Riere said, "So who are you going to ask to the winter ball, Maririn?"
'Dance???? I didn't know there was a dance.' Sunako thought. She has always dreamed of being in a gothic zombie dress with a diamond necklace and an terrifying everyone at the dance. Suddenly an awesome idea popped in her head. What if somehow she went? She had to. Nakahara Sunako was going to that winter ball no matter what she had to do!
ummm so hopefully you liked it but if you didn't I don't care. Just to inform The Wallflower fans that I have only read volumes 1-6 because I need more money to buy the rest. Lol so this fan fiction is influenced by 1-6. Please review to tell me if I should continue this or just give up on it! I NEED TO KNOW!!! PWEASE!
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