Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you drifted into reality. A wave of anxiety rushed over you as you realized what day it was. You growled, as you were in the middle of a great dream when your mom woke you up. "(Y/N), it's time to go to school!" She sounded happy, but by the way her ears were slightly drooped at the ends, you could tell she was tired, too.
"I don't care…" You made an effort to say, and closed your eyes again. At this point, you knew it was pointless to go back to sleep, but you tried anyway. You felt a tug on your feet. You didn't move. Without warning, a pillow was thrown at your face and you hissed.
"Come on! A new school, new friends, and hopefully nicer teachers! Aren't you excited?!" Okay, she was really overdoing it with the cheery voice, which was honestly annoying the crap out of you. So, just to make it stop, you sat up on your bed, and regretfully dragged yourself to the dining room. But unfortunately, instead of being greeted by the scent of nectar-cakes or snagret soup like you had hoped, all you saw on your plate was a lousy piece of snitchbug wing with not even half an egg of nectar on the side. You cursed under your breath. "Fuck my life." Luckily, no one heard it but you.
You grumbled and slipped on a pair of black pants and a dark purple hoodie over your light-blue shirt with a cloud design. You turned around to look at yourself in a mirror. Honestly, you looked fucking badass. You felt pretty confident about yourself as you ran a hand over your curves. Once reaching your stomach you sighed as you felt a bit of fat, but other than that, you were pretty skinny. You glanced up at the clock on your wall. 'I have time…' You thought and laid down on your bed. It was the perfect time to think about life. For instance, why you were smarter than most other Yellow Pikmin, or why you hated just about everyone, or why you were a lesbian. Yeah, that last one sounds good.
It was last month when you realized it. You were staying up late one night, fucking around on a social media site. It was then you came across a certain picture, a sexual, very gay picture. Immediately, you closed out of the website, never to see that image again. Over time, you found yourself checking out random Pikmin girls on the street, even picking out certain ones and saying, "Yeah, I'd fuck that." It freaked you out, and you felt weird about it, then one day you decided to accept it, and a part of you was happier.
Of course, you never told anyone, and you didn't plan on it, but you knew that one day you had to, even if it meant losing the trust of your own family. A loud knock on your door broke you out of your thoughts, and you groaned. "(Y/N)!" You looked up at your clock again. "Fuck."
You waved at your mother as she left you at the front of the school. You turned around and groaned as you climbed up one of the legs of the large Onion. You were greeted by a bright light as you walked to a random table and sat. A few minutes later, a Winged Pikmin came to sit across from you. She glanced at you every so often, and you lifted an eyebrow. 'Is she… checking me out?' But before you could question anything else, a tall Red Pikmin called for everyone's attention, and you walked over, taking your mind off that girl… for the moment, anyway.
"Sixth grade, you may now enter the Learning Studio." You heard a nearby Purple Pikmin say in a monotone voice. You didn't even know her and you already knew she was a bitch. You sighed as you walked into the room and sat down on one of the gross-looking seats. You looked at a clock. It read '2:00'. Damn, it was one of the longest school days of your life. Most of the day, some oddly attractive Red Pikmin lady gave the sixth grade a tour of the school. It was hard to believe that just talking about a bathroom could take half an hour! Then, some stupid ugly bitch freaked out that she lost her phone, and everyone had to look for it. And then, afterwards, some kids found out that they could waste more time by hiding their shit and telling everyone to find it. You were worn out. So far your day sucked, and there was probably nothing that would make it better. Or you so thought. "Hello…" You turned your head to see that Winged Pikmin from earlier. She wore a small spring green dress, with a pink sash around her waist, and tiny pink flats.
"Hey." You looked her up and down, and you felt your chest swell with a feeling you've never felt.
"My name's Mini. What's yours?" She questioned.
"(Y/N)." You replied. And Mini nodded.
The Winged Pikmin looked down before looking back at you and continuing. "You have a pretty name." With those words, the feeling in your chest intensified, and you choked out a reply.
"Thanks. Y-you too." Mini quickly turned away after you said that, and you swore you saw dark pink dusting her cheeks.
"Thank you…" You couldn't resist the urge to let yourself smile inside, but if you had a mouth, you would have done so on the outside, too.
Suddenly, a paper was shoved in front of your face, and you looked up to see an irritated Rock Pikmin staring down at you, a stack of other papers in hand. You took the paper from the bitch and read it in your mind. You groaned as you neared the end of it. "Ugh. Partner work." But then you read the last sentence. 'You must work with someone sitting next to you.' You looked to your right. Nobody. you looked to your left. Mini was the only one sitting there, and there wasn't anyone next to her. "Hey, Mini?" She turned to look at you. It took you a lot of confidence, but you finally scraped up enough to ask the question you've wanted to ask for the last ten seconds. "Want to be partners?"
Mini's eyes glittered with surprise before she answered. "Of course!"
You resisted the urge to squeal so you just replied "That's good…" And from then on, you felt like you had made a true friend.