I should be able to update more during the summer holidays, but noooooo. Stupid brain.

Seven: Wind is the Enemy

The day that followed was worse then all the others put together. As soon as Alix woke up, she got a bad feeling. Her bedroom window banged around, being indecisive about whether open or shut was the goal. Wind howled, trying to imitate a ghost. Someone's umbrella blew down the street, and they ran after it as if their life depended on it. Why? It was barely sprinkling.

Maybe they were emotionally attached to it.

Who would be emotionally attached to an umbrella?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, that was who. She rang the doorbell shortly after catching the precious umbrella, and greeted Alix with a friendly,

"Hi! I thought I would give everyone a rest and just come to your house myself! I hope that's okay with you?"

Alix blinked. Can't process. Too early.

"Um. Sure?"

"Great. Do you mind if I get started? Where should I set up?"

"Um."

Makeup took longer when there was only one person doing it. This was what Alix learned as she struggled to sit still through the paint-by-number happening on her face. She was itching to get up, to do something, but she stayed still throughout the entire painstaking process.

After the eternity, Alix changed into the clothes Marinette had brought her.

"Ummmm..."

"Come out! I want to see how they look on you!"

Braid headband. Flowing floor-length skirt-White with green designs. The skirt tied around her waist with two cords. Floaty shirt that went with the skirt. Sandals that looked like they belonged in Greek mythology. Well then. She might freeze to death.

As she and Marinette walked to school, she noticed the first problem. Her skirt would not stop flying up. She yelled several loud things about wind that she would not have repeated in front of small children and yanked it down. It flew up again.

At school, indoors, she noticed problem number two. Every time she took a step forward, her leg hit the place where the skirt tied over, and went out of the skirt to roughly her mid-thigh. More idiots were whistling at her.

Skirts are extremely hard to kick people in.

She still managed.

At lunch, she got food all down her white top when she slammed her fist into the table, but missed and hit her lunch. The girl army hustled her into the bathroom and cleaned it before it stained. However, her white shirt was now slightly see through. She fanned at it frantically, as did they, but nothing could be done.

She missed a class hiding in the bathroom.

She walked home a seething fury, tugging down her skirt every two seconds, ranting to nobody. Then Kim showed up and walked with her, and suddenly she was ranting at him.

"Why couldn't you stick with your own STUPID forfeits, NOOOO, you had to get Max's help, and Max HAD to give you the world's stupidest idea, DIDN'T HE, and- Wait. Your house is in the opposite direction why are you walking with me?"

"I thought you could use someone to rant at."

Alix tugged at her stupid skirt again.

"You're an idiot."

"Thank you."

My brain hates me and just wants to write one thing that is unrelated to every fic I have going right now. How fun.

~Madei