"Good morning, LA! It's a muggy warm seventy-eight degrees on this beautiful Monday morning!" Yakko slammed his alarm and rolled out of bed.
Nearing eighteen, and the oldest of his siblings, Yakko Warner was an experienced, natural leader. Things like popularity just came natural for him. He's funny, outgoing, and VERY talkative. Not only that, but he could turn on a girl with his charm--that is, he could have any girl he wants at the snap of his fingers.
"Hey Yakko! Is breakfast ready?" called out his younger brother Wakko from his room. "Not yet, I just got up."
"Well, hurry up! I'm hungry!"
Yakko sighed. Why can't he just get his own breakfast? He grumbled.
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On the other side of things, sixteen year-old Megan Richardson was getting ready for her first day at her new school. Her father was named head-consultant of a new law firm, meaning that they had to move from peaceful Connecticut, to warm and noisy Los Angeles. He was very overprotective of her, and slightly abusive if she ever went against his word.
She had missed her best friend very much, as the move has been a huge adjustment for poor Megan.
A poster of her most dreamiest cartoon character, Yakko, was hanging in her closet, along with lots of other Animaniacs memorabilia. She brushed her soft, shiny straight blonde hair and added some fluff for volume. She looked at her average white tank top and jeans outfit she put on and sighed. Self confidence and a strict father forbid her to even show off anything.
"You have a nice body the way it is. You are not going to school for boyfriends. You are there for an education."
Makeup was another issue.
"You don't need makeup, Megan. Your mother never wore any when she was alive, and she looked fine without it. You are a pretty girl, Megan."
In translation, that meant no makeup period.
After one final check of her backpack to make sure everything was there, Megan ran downstairs to grab something quick to eat before she caught the bus.
"Megan, I need to speak with you."
Megan took an apple from the kitchen and walked into the den, where her father was reading the morning paper.
"I know you miss Connecticut, but we had to move because of my job. Now, you have to go to school, we all know that. You have to have an education. While you are AT this new school, however, you will obey the rules, and when you come home, it's homework and nothing else. You can watch TV after you do your homework or go out for awhile with some friends. But not, under any circumstances, are you to date. No boyfriends. They take up a lot of time and you haven't the time to fool around. This is serious business. Understand?"
"Y..yes.." said Megan quietly.
"And, even though it's California, you cannot just go anywhere you want. You have to ask for my permission first."
"Okay."
"Now, you said you were staying after school to study. You have to be home by 5 at the latest."
"I will." Megan quietly made her way out the door with a worried look on her face. If she doesn't follow the rules, she knew what would happen.
The bus stop wasn't too far away from her house. About five minutes later, it pulled up. She walked onto the bus, found an empty seat and sat down, unaware of what her first day would be like.
Nearing eighteen, and the oldest of his siblings, Yakko Warner was an experienced, natural leader. Things like popularity just came natural for him. He's funny, outgoing, and VERY talkative. Not only that, but he could turn on a girl with his charm--that is, he could have any girl he wants at the snap of his fingers.
"Hey Yakko! Is breakfast ready?" called out his younger brother Wakko from his room. "Not yet, I just got up."
"Well, hurry up! I'm hungry!"
Yakko sighed. Why can't he just get his own breakfast? He grumbled.
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On the other side of things, sixteen year-old Megan Richardson was getting ready for her first day at her new school. Her father was named head-consultant of a new law firm, meaning that they had to move from peaceful Connecticut, to warm and noisy Los Angeles. He was very overprotective of her, and slightly abusive if she ever went against his word.
She had missed her best friend very much, as the move has been a huge adjustment for poor Megan.
A poster of her most dreamiest cartoon character, Yakko, was hanging in her closet, along with lots of other Animaniacs memorabilia. She brushed her soft, shiny straight blonde hair and added some fluff for volume. She looked at her average white tank top and jeans outfit she put on and sighed. Self confidence and a strict father forbid her to even show off anything.
"You have a nice body the way it is. You are not going to school for boyfriends. You are there for an education."
Makeup was another issue.
"You don't need makeup, Megan. Your mother never wore any when she was alive, and she looked fine without it. You are a pretty girl, Megan."
In translation, that meant no makeup period.
After one final check of her backpack to make sure everything was there, Megan ran downstairs to grab something quick to eat before she caught the bus.
"Megan, I need to speak with you."
Megan took an apple from the kitchen and walked into the den, where her father was reading the morning paper.
"I know you miss Connecticut, but we had to move because of my job. Now, you have to go to school, we all know that. You have to have an education. While you are AT this new school, however, you will obey the rules, and when you come home, it's homework and nothing else. You can watch TV after you do your homework or go out for awhile with some friends. But not, under any circumstances, are you to date. No boyfriends. They take up a lot of time and you haven't the time to fool around. This is serious business. Understand?"
"Y..yes.." said Megan quietly.
"And, even though it's California, you cannot just go anywhere you want. You have to ask for my permission first."
"Okay."
"Now, you said you were staying after school to study. You have to be home by 5 at the latest."
"I will." Megan quietly made her way out the door with a worried look on her face. If she doesn't follow the rules, she knew what would happen.
The bus stop wasn't too far away from her house. About five minutes later, it pulled up. She walked onto the bus, found an empty seat and sat down, unaware of what her first day would be like.