Next Generation Chapter 1, a beauty pop fanfic

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Next Generation

by Kiri-chan

Chapter 1

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Hi everyone!

My name is Narumi Arisu.

Fourteen, just graduated from junior high school.

Not really an average girl you often see in your school, of course… what's next?

"Arisu."

My mom stood in front of my room, looking at me with her sleepy eyes. She wore T-shirt and dark jersey, her hair was brown, long, and perfectly straight. Her face was too cute for a woman about more than 30 years old.

"What's the matter, mom?" I asked.

"It's your wallet, you dropped it in the kitchen," she explained and gave the blue wallet to me. My eyes widen a bit.

"How could I drop it in the kitchen?"

"That's how you are," mom sighed. I smirked and pushed it into my pocket.

"Is she ready?"

My brother suddenly popped out behind mom (I didn't even hear sound of his steps!). I smiled at him, the one who had mom's face was me, but my brother had mom's attitude.

"Don't you look how ready I am now? Here we go!" I shouted cheerfully. Today is the first day for us as senior high school student. So I don't want to miss it!

"We're going first, mom." He smiled lazily, mom just nodded.

"Don't forget telling dad to come back home earlier!" I warned.

"Yeah, but…"

"What?"

"Did you cut your bangs?"

My eyes widen. "Yes, I cut it myself."

"It's nice, but this left side is 3 mm longer than right," she said. My mouth opened as looked how brilliant she is.

"Thanks, mom! I'll fix it later!" I kissed her cheek and left.

My mom is Narumi Kiri, the best hair-stylist in Japan that I've ever seen. She is even more genius than my dad or grandpa (but I didn't understand why my dad always disagree with it). I wanna be like her someday.

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My first day in senior high school.

God… it's my first morning in a new school, but why everyone keep staring at me?

Okay, actually I've realized that wasn't me whom they stared, but my brother, Narumi Hiroki.

We're twins, you know? But he was born 3 minutes earlier than me. Moreover, our face weren't all the same, his face was copied from dad's. So, that's why all the girls kept staring at him. They thought he was so charming, but I have different opinion about this.

"Is he Narumi Hiroki?"

"Kya~! So cute!"

"It's the first time I see him!"

"He's even cooler than his picture in the magazine!"

I sighed. Why they become so noisy just because of him? He is just indifferent guy who doesn't care of anything around him!

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"We're home!" I shouted as opened the door. Smiling cheerfully as found my dad in the living room. "Ah, papa's home too!" I ran to hug him, he looked a bit hard breathing.

"You almost kill me!"

Mom smiled a bit. "Thank God you don't have allergic to her."

"Kiri! Please don't say that!" he protested.

"Haha… I've just remembered when papa got hives as Chisami obaa-san hugged him!" I laughed. Dad's face became so pale.

"Don't tease your dad like that, Arisu," mom warned.

"You're the one who started everything, Kiri," mumbled dad.

"Okay, Shougo. You just have to take a rest," she smiled (you know, mom always looks lovelier as she smiled), and… my gosh… dad was blushing!

"How's your day, Hiroki?" asked mom.

"Just fine," Hiroki said but I interrupted him, "What do you mean by 'just fine'? You made all the girls kept hanging around us! It made me get so stressed!"

"Whatever you say, Arisu. Mom, what say dish we have for our dinner tonight?" asked Hiroki, he looked hungry already.

Mom just shrugged. "Your dad bought something to eat, still in the box, I haven't opened it."

Dad looked at mom in confusion. "I didn't buy anything today."

"Sorry, I mean Occhi."

Dad's eyes widen. "He's not their dad!" he almost yelled in shock.

"Take it easy, I just said in the same way as they call him."

Dad was so stressed. "I've already exhausted because of this joke," he sighed.

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"Time is up."

"Mom… give me 5 minutes more, please," I pleaded with my best puppy eyes.

"It's okay, but Hiroki could finish it in about less than 10 minutes," said mom.

"I know he did it so much faster, but I'm sure his cut isn't better than me!" I denied.

Mom leaned down staring at Hiroki's cut, she observed that mannequin head especially in its layered-hair. "It's perfect," mom commented.

My mouth dropped, Hiroki smiled at her. "Thanks, mom," he smirked.

"If I had enough time, I'd cut it more perfectly!"

"Stop it, Arisu. I could do it in 10 minutes when my age was about 14," dad almost laughed.

"And still 10 minutes 'till now," mom smiled a bit.

"It's 8 minutes, Kiri," dad rolled his eyes.

"Uppss… okay! 8 minutes, right? But mom can do it in 4 minutes," I grinned.

Dad was a bit annoyed, but he smiled then. "It's better than someone who always cut in 15 minutes, right?"

I felt my confidence fell down. "Okay, I know I'm really slow."

"You can practice your skill harder, Arisu," mom smiled. I smiled back at her.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, mom," I smirked.

I looked at Hiroki who started practicing again. His cutting was fast and so great. He used his left hand to cut, just like mom.

I don't know why I'm really slow in hair-cutting. Hiroki's cut always perfect in mom's eyes, and I can't do the same.

I sighed.

When will magic come to help me?

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~ To Be Continued ~