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"Mirror, mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?" Opal asked, making her voice high and elegant.
"You are, Opal," a deep voice replied.
The ebony-haired girl gasped, but her shocked expression was quickly replaced with a scowl when she heard the laughter that followed.
She brought the hand mirror down and glared at Daiyu, who smirked in response. "Very funny, Daiyu."
"I thought so," the tomboy's smirk widened. Her dark eyes shone with mischief. "So this is what you do when you're alone? Interesting . . ."
"So what if it is?" Opal asked defensively as her voice lowered back to its original soft and light pitch. She then raised a brow. "How'd you even get in here?"
Dai shrugged. "The usual way," she nodded towards the open window.
"Of course," she rolled her eyes sarcastically. Tossing her mirror onto her bed, she began retying the red ribbon that held her bun in place. "What're you doing here anyways?"
"I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by," Dai replied easily as she flipped her black cap backward. "So, Miss Fairest in the Land, you got any plans later on?"
". . . You're never going to let me live that down are you?" Opal deadpanned.
"Nope," Dai smirked. "Now answer the question, Miss Fairest."
She sighed in annoyance, but shrugged. "No, I don't have any plans. Why, what did you have in mind?"
"Ever heard of Nitelife?"
"You mean that new club downtown?" Opal arched a brow. "In case you haven't noticed, Daiyu, we're only thirteen."
"In case you haven't heard, Opal," Dai mimicked. "It's a teens club and we're thirteen, get it?"
"I still don't think my parents will be cool with me going to a club at night, even if it is for teenagers," she frowned.
Dai scoffed. "Oh, Opal, have you learned nothing from me?"
Opal frowned at her, but then realization hit. Her lids lowered halfway as she gave Dai a dry look. "You have no intention of telling your parents, is that it?"
"Give the girl a prize," she smirked.
"I don't know . . ."
"Come on, it'll be a blast!"
"What'll be a blast?"
The two turned to see Evelyn casually sitting on the windowsill. "Doesn't anyone use the front door anymore?" Opal asked, annoyed.
Evelyn blinked at her before shrugging. "What'll be a blast?" she repeated.
"Nitelife," Dai smirked.
"Count me in," the brunette nodded. "I could probably get by with telling my dad unlike you two. He's all for breaking rules and doing certain things that mom won't necessarily approve of –staying out late is one of them."
"Lucky," Dai exclaimed. "At least your dad will cover for you."
"Yeah, I know, right?" Evelyn grinned briefly. She glanced at Opal. "So, are you in or what?"
"I suppose so," Opal nodded although she seemed uncertain.
Dai's expression suddenly turned sly. "Hey, Evelyn, you wanna' know what Opal does when she's alone?"
Opal lunged for Dai and placed a hand over her mouth. "Okay, I'll go," she exclaimed, glaring daggers at the Asian girl.
"Sweet!" Dai gave a muffled whoop of satisfaction.
Evelyn gave the two a perplexed look. Shaking her head, she asked, "So . . . are you going to tell the others?"
"Oh, totally," Dai nodded after Opal let her up.
"Cool," Evelyn smiled slightly. Finally, a chance to unwind. The longer she stayed awake, the longer it'd be until she had to go to sleep and have the same nightmare again. That was a nice bonus.
She contemplated telling Opal about it, but decided against it. She'd do that later. Right now she had to think about what she was going to wear for tonight.
After all, what could go wrong?
Hey, I updated it fast! That's like a record for me! :P
Oh and here's a fun fact for ya: In Chinese, Daiyu means "black jade" –or so says the website I got it from.
Readers, readers who're reading this fic, I bet you can guess whose daughter Opal is. (Doesn't rhyme, but what can you do?)
Anywho read and review! (Oh, so that rhymed!)