I hate wigs. That's my usual thought on the car ride to Seiyo High. Today it was just a general on how pathetic my life is. Gosh, why couldn't I be born into a normal family with normal rules and normal ideas! But whatever, it's kind of hard to focus on that anyway when you're in a black Bugatti Veyron (one of the most expensive cars in the world valued over two million dollars by the way) with your two annoying brothers in the back seats arguing over whose better at lay ups when you know you're clearly the best but you don't say anything at risk of being dragged into their stupid argument all the while you're trying to put on the wig that makes you wanna die every day!
And that's the easiest part of my life.
My name's Miyamoto Madeline, but most think it's Miyamoto Matthew, and if you didn't catch on already from the wig and stuff I'm a cross dresser. We Miyamotos are kind of a big deal in Japanese sports. There's at least one of us on every professional sports team in Japan and that's great and all, just not for the girls. Yup, you guessed it; all of the Miyamoto girls have to cross dress or risk getting, you know, disowned and stuff. I know it sucks for me to tell you this, nobody likes to hear about stuff like this, but it's a common thing in some famous families around the world. It's extremely sexist, but what can I do? I'm just the victim.
"Technically your hands are supposed to stay in the air while you throw, yours drop too early." Speaking of being the victim; Gosh for a jock you can be a real nerd Zach, but then again Mike isn't much better. He's such an air head.
"Dude shut up, if I hear technically come out of your mouth one more time I'm going to puke!" Not. This. Again.
"Both of you shut up if I hear one more stinking argument then I'm going to be the one puking!" I ran my hair though my dark tangerine hair, "Gosh, what's wrong with you two!?"
My two crazy brothers have that usual look when they're frustrated. It basically screams whatever for Mike, but for Zach it basically said that this was a waste of his precious time. Mine too. But you carrot headed losers can't realize that both of you are being stupid and wasting the few minutes of peace that I get a day! Gosh, boys suck!
"Mad, chill out and put the wig on, we've got to get to the school." My head whipped around to see the familiar fence of the dreaded place. Ug, just great. I shoot one last furious glance at the twins of terror while my hair hides beneath my now-adjusted carrot wig. Goodness, I hate wigs.
"So Matt did you do the math homework?" As soon as I heard these words leave his mouth, I let my pupils scan the area overhead and return to their current spot. And for those of you who don't get it, I rolled my eyes. I let my mask fall and got ready to lie to everyone I ever knew for a family secret I didn't care about.
And what was the thought still going through my head?
Man, I really hate wigs.