A/N: I repeat, I own absolutely nothing except the plot twists. Need I say more?
***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 2: MIXED IMPRESSIONS~
Misaki dragged her things into the cabin, peering around at all the things inside. There were several girls already inside, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. They were all squealing with excitement over some type of gossip, or painting their toenails some sort of ugly color. She scowled as she caught sight of several girls giving one a makeover with a huge amount of makeup.
One of them looked up at her. "Oh, who are you?" she asked giddily.
"Is it any of your business?" she asked rudely.
The girl looked taken aback. "Oh…"
Misaki brushed the hair out of her eyes. She had just put it quickly into a ponytail, and now it was all falling out… not that she cared, though.
Sora and Dad doesn't care one whit about any of this, she thought, irritation flooding into her little rebellious heart. Who cares what's in fashion? Who cares about boys and, ugh, romance?
The girls were now looking at her strangely, whispering amongst each other.
Her temper flared. "What are you looking at, you bunch of freaks?" she snapped.
She was immediately sorry for the words as soon as she saw them look hurt, but never in a million years would she stoop down to the level of admitting it. "Well?" she yelled.
The girls turned away from her, giving her the cold shoulder.
Misaki blinked away the angry tears in her eyes. "Who cares about them," she muttered to herself. "I'm worth ten of them." Taking her suitcase, she began heading towards one of the rooms.
She suddenly lost her balance and fell. As she looked up angrily, the girl who had first spoke to her smiled nastily as she slowly withdrew her foot. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I must watch where my foot goes. It's not my fault that it is attracted to filthy scum."
The whole room laughed. Misaki felt her lip tremble, and hot tears stung her eyes, but she viciously held them back. "Oh no, it's my fault," she said in a low voice. "I must have been too blinded by that crap that people put on their eyes… what was it again? Mascara? Oh, and you should know that red is not your color."
The girl gasped angrily, for she was wearing all red. Misaki felt a twinge of satisfaction as she walked into a room, head held high.
But it soon faded as she slammed the door shut. She wanted to cry so much, but she would never give them that satisfaction. Instead, she staunchly sat and took out her CD Player and her favorite CD. Popping it into the Player, she laid back on the bed and hoped for some comfort.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
When Miyame finally managed to carry her suitcase into the cabin, the other girls in the cabin stared suspiciously at her.
Nervously, she put her things down. "Um, hello?" she began weakly.
They said nothing, but stared at her.
She was uncomfortably aware of her long hair tied up in a fancy ponytail, and mentally checked to see if there was a strand out of place.
There weren't.
She began to grow hot, and slowly she began to take off her coat, wondering if she was in the wrong cabin.
Suddenly one of the girls shrieked. "Oh my gawd! That design!"
The other girls began to whisper to each other, eyes wide.
Miyame frantically took off the rest of her coat and tossed it onto one of her suitcases. She feverishly looked at the blue and white plaid skirt and the neon pink blouse she was wearing, trying to look for a stain that perhaps Tai had missed when ironing it for her, or perhaps a lost button.
The girl who had spoken first, in a rather atrocious dress of red, Miyame's keen eye noted, came up to her, eyes glittering. "Um… what a lovely outfit."
"Thanks," Miyame said, flustered. "My mother gave it to me." That's not a complete lie, she reassured herself, but didn't feel any better as she realized, But it's not a complete truth, either.
Another girl came up to her and hesitatingly put a hand on her shoulder, feeling the blouse and looking longingly at the skirt. "It's the latest fashions, too…"
Miyame's eagerness to fit in made her blurt, "Oh no, it isn't. This one was from a month ago; it's quite old, really."
The girl's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Old?"
Miyame scrambled to fix the mistake. "I mean, the latest rage is stripes now, not plaid, and neon blue has pushed out neon pink… well, that's what they say in New York," she finished lamely.
The first girl pushed the other out of the way and stared. "New York? You're from New York?"
She nodded. "Yes…"
The girls shrieked. "Oh my gawd!"
Miyame soon had trouble trying to listen to everyone at the same time.
"Sorry about before," the girl in red told her. "The girl before you was just mean… called us freaks…"
"I'm sorry," Miyame told her, but her guilty conscience made her aware that she didn't mean it. She rather wanted to meet the girl who had stood up to these brainless girls… for brainless they were.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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***THE PARENT TRAP: DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 2: MIXED IMPRESSIONS~
Misaki dragged her things into the cabin, peering around at all the things inside. There were several girls already inside, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. They were all squealing with excitement over some type of gossip, or painting their toenails some sort of ugly color. She scowled as she caught sight of several girls giving one a makeover with a huge amount of makeup.
One of them looked up at her. "Oh, who are you?" she asked giddily.
"Is it any of your business?" she asked rudely.
The girl looked taken aback. "Oh…"
Misaki brushed the hair out of her eyes. She had just put it quickly into a ponytail, and now it was all falling out… not that she cared, though.
Sora and Dad doesn't care one whit about any of this, she thought, irritation flooding into her little rebellious heart. Who cares what's in fashion? Who cares about boys and, ugh, romance?
The girls were now looking at her strangely, whispering amongst each other.
Her temper flared. "What are you looking at, you bunch of freaks?" she snapped.
She was immediately sorry for the words as soon as she saw them look hurt, but never in a million years would she stoop down to the level of admitting it. "Well?" she yelled.
The girls turned away from her, giving her the cold shoulder.
Misaki blinked away the angry tears in her eyes. "Who cares about them," she muttered to herself. "I'm worth ten of them." Taking her suitcase, she began heading towards one of the rooms.
She suddenly lost her balance and fell. As she looked up angrily, the girl who had first spoke to her smiled nastily as she slowly withdrew her foot. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I must watch where my foot goes. It's not my fault that it is attracted to filthy scum."
The whole room laughed. Misaki felt her lip tremble, and hot tears stung her eyes, but she viciously held them back. "Oh no, it's my fault," she said in a low voice. "I must have been too blinded by that crap that people put on their eyes… what was it again? Mascara? Oh, and you should know that red is not your color."
The girl gasped angrily, for she was wearing all red. Misaki felt a twinge of satisfaction as she walked into a room, head held high.
But it soon faded as she slammed the door shut. She wanted to cry so much, but she would never give them that satisfaction. Instead, she staunchly sat and took out her CD Player and her favorite CD. Popping it into the Player, she laid back on the bed and hoped for some comfort.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
When Miyame finally managed to carry her suitcase into the cabin, the other girls in the cabin stared suspiciously at her.
Nervously, she put her things down. "Um, hello?" she began weakly.
They said nothing, but stared at her.
She was uncomfortably aware of her long hair tied up in a fancy ponytail, and mentally checked to see if there was a strand out of place.
There weren't.
She began to grow hot, and slowly she began to take off her coat, wondering if she was in the wrong cabin.
Suddenly one of the girls shrieked. "Oh my gawd! That design!"
The other girls began to whisper to each other, eyes wide.
Miyame frantically took off the rest of her coat and tossed it onto one of her suitcases. She feverishly looked at the blue and white plaid skirt and the neon pink blouse she was wearing, trying to look for a stain that perhaps Tai had missed when ironing it for her, or perhaps a lost button.
The girl who had spoken first, in a rather atrocious dress of red, Miyame's keen eye noted, came up to her, eyes glittering. "Um… what a lovely outfit."
"Thanks," Miyame said, flustered. "My mother gave it to me." That's not a complete lie, she reassured herself, but didn't feel any better as she realized, But it's not a complete truth, either.
Another girl came up to her and hesitatingly put a hand on her shoulder, feeling the blouse and looking longingly at the skirt. "It's the latest fashions, too…"
Miyame's eagerness to fit in made her blurt, "Oh no, it isn't. This one was from a month ago; it's quite old, really."
The girl's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Old?"
Miyame scrambled to fix the mistake. "I mean, the latest rage is stripes now, not plaid, and neon blue has pushed out neon pink… well, that's what they say in New York," she finished lamely.
The first girl pushed the other out of the way and stared. "New York? You're from New York?"
She nodded. "Yes…"
The girls shrieked. "Oh my gawd!"
Miyame soon had trouble trying to listen to everyone at the same time.
"Sorry about before," the girl in red told her. "The girl before you was just mean… called us freaks…"
"I'm sorry," Miyame told her, but her guilty conscience made her aware that she didn't mean it. She rather wanted to meet the girl who had stood up to these brainless girls… for brainless they were.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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