Elise had returned to class, her hair a literal mess as she didn't know how to style it. The perks of turning sixteen she assumed. She had looked at the hallway mirrors and frowned. She had pulled out her brush and tried to comb down her unruly hair, which only caused frustration.
It was then that a woman behind her had taken the brush, Elise startled and turned around, seeing that it was Miss Kyoto.
"May I?" she asked, offering to comb her hair.
"Thanks…" Elise said in gratitude as she turned around to give her her head. Miss Kyoto began to comb her hair.
"The trick is to comb into the direction of the hair," she said, soon finishing her hair. Elise how had a swoop over her forehead, the back of her hair layered behind her.
"Ooooh, pretty," Elise said.
"How are you feeling?" Miss Kyoto asked, "I understand that Monday afternoon was not the best way to end your school day."
"I'm fine, Mika had taken me out," Elise said, blushing at that special night.
"You are so lucky to have a boyfriend like Mika," Miss Kyoto said. Boyfriend? She couldn't even say those words without gushing like an idiot. He had given her flowers, chocolates, he even laid our a pathway of roses for her. He even gave her a ring to symbolize it, but that wasn't her main point. He was there for her; every call, every time they would meet up.
"Yeah…. I am lucky," she said.
"Well hopefully today you'll have an easy day, Miss Billings won't be here until later this afternoon," Miss Kyoto said.
"What do you mean?" Elise said, facing her now.
"Let's just say Megamind had struck down on some main issues in this school, and I for one agree with him," she said, referring to the posters that have been decorated around the hallways. It was a blue monochrome poster of Megamind with his finger pointing at the audience a text bubble next to him saying 'Speak Up Against Bullying'.
Elise looked at the posters and smiled. "I like this idea."
"Then you'll even like this idea a lot better. Megamind wants you to be the face of this campaign," Miss Kyoto said.
"Really?" Elise said in awe.
"Yes," she said as she had smiled, "wow, I'd be honored."
"Come on, let's go to class," Miss Kyoto said, taking Elise with her.
The day had soon finished, Elise meeting up with Mika, who gave her a big wet kiss on her cheek. He had an arm snaked around her shoulder, Elise's hand clasped within his. As soon as they walked out, a limousine had slowly pulled up. The door opened, a man in a black suit with a lavender bowtie. He had looked around and saw Elise.
The imminent danger had taken over Mika.
He didn't know what was going on, but all he knew was that he held Elise close to him.
The man had approached Elise, the man tall. He had a long nose and brown eyes with his black hair in a low pony tail. He had such a grizzly smile. "Are you Miss Fitzgerald."
"Yes, I am…" Elise said, "are you Charlize's father?"
"Yes, I am Atticus Billings," he said as he had pulled out an envelope, "I apologize for my daughter's behavior towards you. My daughter doesn't like it when people steal her spot light, but she has to understand that one must share her platform with others."
Elise had looked at his bowtie, not wanting to look into his eyes. Mika had held her hand as he didn't want her to feel scared of this man. He sure wasn't scared of him.
"Please take this envelope," he said, giving it to her. Elise had taken it and looked at him now, "I wish to invite you to my house," he asked.
Elise had opened the envelope and had looked at the invitation, it was a lavender card with black lettering. "Thank you, Sir…"
"Anytime," he said, walking into the building, "oh, and if my daughter gives you any trouble, don't hesitate in saying otherwise. I am a parent and I love my daughter, but as a parent, I must recognize her behavior."
Mika had seen him walk away, the man side-eyeing the boy and soon entering the building. Elise had looked at the envelope and blushed. "Should I go?"
"Only if I go," he said as he wasn't feeling Mr. Billings, "I don't like the feeling of this guy."
"Why do you think so?" She said as she looked at him.
"I don't know, he just invites you?" Mika said, looking at the card, "without even a plus one mind you."
"It doesn't sound strange, but I'm sure he just wants me to smooth things out with Charlize," Elise said, even she didn't know what he wanted to talk to her.
"I think you should tell your dad, at least make him know where you're going?" Mika insisted.
"I don't think he wants to go near anyone. I told him about my mom… and he didn't take it well," Elise said.
"Oh no…" he said as he looked at her.
"If you told me a year ago that my mom was cheating on my stepfather I'd be happy, but now that Bernard and I are close I feel bad for him…" she said.
Megamind Museum
Bernard had tried to call his wife on multiple occasions, trying to get an answer from her but to no avail. He was in a button-down shirt with black hair was mangled as usual. He was certainly dreading to go home, barely seeing his wife and when he did she was our of her mind. It was as if something possessed her.
His train of thought had stopped when one of his coworkers had entered his office, "Yes?" he said as he looked at the man, "Roger, it's you. What seems to be the problem?"
"I was thinking, since Rochelle is new here and she needs help with putting new objects into the museum and tour guiding, maybe you can assist her," Roger said.
"Ha," Bernard scoffed, "no thank you. She can handle it."
"But you're good at this curating thing, just help her out," Roger insisted.
"Why can't you help her?" Bernard said
"Because I have something important to do. Now come on and help the woman out. She's not some weirdo," Roger said.
"To you, she may not be…" he murmured, setting off Roger.
"That's it! Bernard Fitzgerald, you get your skinny little butt down into that basement and help that woman, or else your paycheck is getting docked," Roger said, his finger pointing out of his office.
"Fine!" he said, curing under his breath.
"And why do you hate her so much? She didn't do a damn thing to you," Roger said.
"She's someone who is not to be trusted under any circumstances. She just comes in here with her big hair and big doe eyes and bedazzles everyone with her… whatever she's a liability!"
"I don't know what your issue is with women that aren't your wife, but you need to embrace Rochelle," Roger said, soon leaving.
Bernard had crossed his arms and rubbed his face. He was tired and angry, but mostly tired.
