Hi! So this chapter takes place on the same day as the last one. Enjoy! Oh, I only noticed now, but in the last chapter I made a mistake and said that all make up is banned: actually, it's allowed but just in moderation. Nobody probably noticed and if you did you probably didn't care, it's just that it annoyed me a little and I thought I'd clarify.

Ice Flower 24: Yeah, a lot of the times telling a teacher works, but sadly it's not uncommon for it to go horribly wrong. And in response to your second review, don't even get me started on the ending of an otherwise great game. I'm trying to see the humorous side of it, and I might even write a fic about it, so some good came out of it, but still. Anyway, thanks for the review!

JustTheClassicalGirl: Yeah, possibly one of the most dramatic parts of the story. Thanks for reviewing!

HamatsuSuperKai: I'm sorry, but I don't think I'd be up for writing it. It's a good idea though, why don't you try writing it yourself?

Thanks to Ice Flower 24 for favouriting and following my story!

Disclaimer: The characters and the game Wii Sports belong to Nintendo.

Daisy went to Peach's house that evening. They played Wii Sports in silence, each contemplating on the disastrous events of that day.

"I still can't believe what happened," said Daisy, finally speaking as she idly swung her Wii remote.

"Neither can I, Daisy. He wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't play favourites with us. Have you told your parents yet?"

"No, I'm not gonna bother. It doesn't really matter if I tell them or not, does it? It's not like I've proof, as he likes to call it."

"Yeah, that's true I guess. Which sport do you want to play next?"

"Tennis."

Peach selected the game, and after a few minutes of playing she looked at her cousin.

"What?" said the redhead.

"I think I know exactly what you should do next."

"And what's that?"

"Beat Mimi."

"What?"

Peach hoped that her advice wouldn't hurt her friend's feelings, but Daisy could be quite pig-headed, so she knew she might have to be brutally honest. Besides, nothing she said could offend her more than Mimi already had.

"Beat her at her own game. She calls you fat? Lose weight. She calls you ugly? Make yourself beautiful. Don't let her win."

"Aww, Peach! I'm useless at sports! And I think we all know at this stage that I'll never be beautiful. I'll never be like you, Peach. You're pretty, you've a nice figure, boys like you."

"Correction: Bowser likes me. It's not something I'm proud to admit."

"You get the point! Boy, I wish someone liked me, even if it was Bowser!"

"We're getting off topic here, Daisy. And don't be stupid. You could be pretty if you tried harder."

"You sound like my mom!"

"I'm trying to help here!"

"Okay, okay... So um, how am I supposed to lose weight?"

"Maybe if you did some real sport instead of Wii Sports, and cut down on the junk food."

"Ugh, too much work."

"Well, you wanted advice and I'm giving it to you."

Daisy relented. "So when do I start?"

"I'll sign you up for my basketball and tennis clubs tomorrow. And remember, this isn't just to lose weight, cos you're not fat anyway, you're just a little unfit. It's also to gain confidence. Actually, that should be your main goal."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

Daisy went to school the next day with a brand new attitude to life. She hadn't even started doing sport yet, but she knew that with enough practise, she could get the confidence she needed.

Her spirits lowered, however, when she saw Mimi, who was approaching her as she got her books from her locker. Still, she looked her in the eye, hoping to show her that she wouldn't be intimidated by her this time.

"Hey Daisy," she said in a mocking tone.

"What do you want?"

The blonde was unfazed. "So, you all told on me, huh?"

"I had to tell!"

"Aw come on, you knew it was a joke! And that's all it was: a joke. Not my problem if you're sensitive."

"It was a joke, yeah."

This new Daisy was scaring Mimi a little. She was supposed to blush and look down, not stand up to her!

"Well... I wouldn't do it again if I were you. I could ruin Luigi's... and Peach's... and most importantly, your reputation. Got it?"

"Ha, I won't need to do it again. You won't put me down anymore, Mimi Paper, got it?" She put her face close to her bully's. "Got it?"

Mimi sneered in her face, her slight fear gone after the initial shock. "Ha! We'll see about that!" And with that she stormed off, not pleased with the outcome of their talk.

Daisy felt almost euphoric after the incident. Unbelievable... she was no longer afraid of the bully, not really anyway. They were empty threats, she knew. She'd only said that because she was out of comebacks. It was strange how before she made her feel so small, even though the redhead was the taller of the two. Now, her new found confidence was helping her to stick up for herself.

The following week, she had basketball on that evening, and she went to Peach's mansion so they could go together.

"Will they laugh at me?" she asked, glancing at her legs and the way her stomach protruded from under her top. This was like being in P.E. all over again!

"No, you'll be fine! No one's going to look at you! This isn't really a serious club, it's just for fun."

"Okay, if you say so."

Peach's mother drove them to the club and told them to have a good time. Daisy was extremely nervous as she looked at all the other girls. Most looked so fit, she felt so out of place... Peach, supportive as always, gave her arm a quick squeeze.

As they went into the basketball court, the trainer, Julie, blew the whistle. She wasn't one for small talk, and barely acknowledged the redhead, though of course she knew there was going to be a new person in the club.

Peach nudged her friend. "Come on Daisy!"

"I can't do this, they're all gonna laugh at me..."

"Just try. Come on!"

They started playing, and within a few minutes she started panting as she ran across the court. She was useless at this! It was so hard to get the ball off her opponents, she even tripped over her own feet at one stage! How embarrassing... Mimi's bullying was almost more endurable than this! Why had she agreed to do this? Well, she liked to think she was optimistic, so at least Peach was there with her...? Not much of a comfort, but it was something.

At the break, she was so out of breath that she was hardly able to speak to Peach.

"So? What did you think?"

"Are... you... freaking... kidding me? Does it look like... I enjoyed it... or something? I mean... look at me! This is exactly why I got... bullied! Cos I was... unfit and... always looked horrible... after P.E. You sure... this is gonna help me?"

"Relax! You just need practise. You should have seen me when I started!"

"Yeah, but at least you were... skinny, you didn't have to worry about everyone... laughing at... you."

"Daisy, nobody's laughing at you! Nobody cares what you look like! They'll only care if you have a bad attitude and stop trying, and you're going to keep trying, aren't you?"

She sighed. "Eh... if you want."

"No Daisy. I don't want you to do it for me, I want you to do it for yourself. Just try it for a few weeks and see how it goes. If you don't like it, you're free to drop out. Actually, you're free to drop out anytime. I'm not forcing you into this. And besides, you're not even fat. I know lots of girls who are bigger than you. But it's actually important that you get fit anyway, regardless of what you look like. So stop worrying about your weight and people laughing at you. Trust me, they don't care."

"Hmmm... maybe you're right. I said maybe."

"So? You're giving it a try?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Great!" Peach hugged her cousin, and the whistle blew. Daisy's current feeling of pessimism returned, but she tried to ignore it and listen to what Peach had told her. She tried a little harder, but to no avail. Maybe one day she'd improve? Hopefully. One thing was for sure, her muscles were going to hurt horribly the next day.

As predicted, Daisy could hardly move her legs. As soon as she got to school, she gave out to her best friend.

"This sucks. I can't believe you made me do this."

"Okay, first off, you chose to do it. For the fiftieth time, nobody's forcing you to do sport. And second, it's for your own good."

"You do realise how sore my legs are?"

"Oh? That's a good sign, it means it's working! You must have tried hard..."

The redhead gave her a sceptical look. "This had better be worth it, Peach."

"Trust me, it will. If nothing else, it'll build up your confidence."

"What's the point in being confident if I can't even walk?"

Peach slapped her forehead and chose to stay silent. Only time would tell whether her rather stubborn friend would stick to this.

I lengthened this considerably from the original chapter. I know nothing about basketball, so hopefully I made no mistakes. And by the way, always always ALWAYS tell your parents if you're being bullied. Please. Don't keep it in like Daisy did. I only did that because it's actually important to the plot, more so than it seems at the moment. Please review!