Heh. Here I am again, writing KH fanfics. But it's a little different this time... yuri? Eh, it's my first time writing this shiz. Here goes nothing!
(I don't own any Kingdom Hearts characters, but their personalities and styles are 100% me.)
Once again, Namine found herself sleeping in. She groaned, slamming her hand down in the snooze button for the twentieth time. When she finally summoned the energy to check the time, school had already been in session for five minutes. "Shit."
Her mother didn't even bother to wake her anymore. She simply wrote a note saying "If you're late again, I'm taking the keys." and taped it to Namine's bedroom door each morning, but with a different threat. She rarely carried out those threats, and they were hardly effective, but she still did it.
As Namine pulled her neon green socks onto her feet, she wobbled and hopped down the hall and down the stairs. There, in the kitchen, she pulled her old black converse - holes and all - onto her feet. Then she shoveled down a bowl of whatever and texted her best friend, Kairi, to see if she was at school either.
After she was "well-nourished," she pulled a bristle brush through her blonde-with-black-tips hair and pulled on a denim jacket. Then came the eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and all the other necessities of a sixteen-year-old girl. Then, eventually, came Kairi's reply of, "Nah, we reb today?" Namine thought this over before replying, "Momll KILL me, sorry."
"Just for a little bit?" Kairi pled, earning an agreement from her friend. "Sweet, meet me tune, k?" Namine sighed as she shoved most of her things into a small purse. "W/e" she replied, not wanting to walk all the way to Tune, the local "punk" shop, but she didn't want to let her friend down. Then, she texted, "Who's gonna be there?"
Kairi didn't respond. Namine knew the answer. Olette, Roxas, Axel, and Sora. It was obvious, really. They were the kids who cut class to hang out at Tune. They were Namine's friends. They had been her friends ever since her parents got divorced and she changed. Seriously.
"Mom!" a thirteen-year-old Namine had whined, dragging out the word to its fullest level of annoyingness. "Why can't I go to the party?"
Her mother ignored her, too busy shouting at her father. Namine was used to it and continued to talk to her mother. "Everyone else is going!" Suddenly, her mother snaps. "Namine, you need to shut up. I'm tired of your whining and complaining. You have a damn good life! So just shut up. I'm sick of it."
Seeing the hurt in Namine's eyes, her mother wanted to break down crying and apologize. But she didn't have time. Namine's father was back to yelling at her. She said nothing, absorbing all of his anger and bottling it up. As soon as he finished fuming, she turned around, grabbed the car keys, and left. But before she did, she flipped him the bird and said "Fuck you."
Namine shivered at the memory.
(A/N: Yup. Extremely short? I agree. But I was starting to get writer's block and when that happens everything I write is crap. So, there you have it.)