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"No, no, no!" I moaned, rolling over in my bed. I pulled the pillow out from under my head and covered my face with it, refusing to face the day.
"You're unbelievably stubborn, you know that? NOW GET UP!" My dad pestered, pulling my blankets away from my body.
Oh would you PLEASE leave me alone for once!?
I threw my pillow at him and sat up. We were both in my bedroom, me trying to get some sleep and my dad trying to MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE!
"Come on, breakfast and then training, be down in five minutes…" He warned, walking out the door. "Or else."
I rolled my eyes as his lame threat, but at the same time hurrying to get ready. I jumped up and rubbed my eyes. Me and my dad have the same eyes… come to think of it, we have almost the same everything when it comes to appearances. Same eyes, hair and skin tone. Same build, same amount of patience. But definitely not the same idea of a decent time to get up in the morning.
Looking over my shoulder I couldn't help but groan loudly. 4:35 am! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD CHOSE TO GET UP AT THIS INDECENT TIME?!
My dad, Kai Hiwitari, that's who. I hopped out of bed and assessed my appearance in the mirror. Gah. My hair was sticking out in the oddest of directions, defying gravity. My eyes had that gross, too-early-in-the-morning-gunk in them and my pj's were rumpled. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
I snatched a hairbrush off my vanity and tugged at my too-long hair. It was nearing my butt, and being a complete pain. The only thing keeping me from cutting it was that it would make me look even more like my dad.
I finally gave up, deciding my hair was a lost cause and decided to get changed instead. Pulling a t-shirt out from behind my nightstand I pulled off my tank top and shoved the t-shirt on instead.
Now where oh where have my track pants gone?
I plopped down on my hands and knee's and scrambled around my room, checking under all the furniture. No such luck. You see, I never put things away… it drives my dad crazy.
Jumping back up on my feet I looked curiously at my closet. You don't think… could it be?
I slid the door open and, to my utter amazement, my track pants were hanging up. Where they were supposed to be.
"How did you get there?" I asked them stupidly, snatching them off the hanger and tugging them on. I blinked stupidly. I should probably take the pj pants off first. Oh well.
Pulling my hair, my unruly, god-forsaken hair, into a ponytail I sauntered out the bedroom and into the hall like the Beyblade World Champion that I am.
Last year my partner and I won the Beyblade World Championships, causing serious uproar and a huge increase in fans of the sport.
You see, my dad is a hugely famous, retired beyblader. He and his old team, the Blade Breakers, had cause upset year after year in the championships, at least one member winning the tournament every year for 6 years before all four of them officially retired.
Now my dad trains me NON-STOP like some kind of idiot that doesn't know how to play. I mean come on; Kevin and I are the world Champions for crying out loud!
I bounced down the stairs, an unfortunate habit of mine, and into the kitchen. I smiled lazily at my dad who was reading the newspaper at the table. He scowled at me, and I figured I had taken too long.
"Sourpuss." I mumbled, recalling my Uncle Tyson's nickname for him. He sent me one of those death glares and I just smiled back.
Uncle Tyson and Aunt Hillary are my dads' oldest, best friends from back when he was a teen. They're not really related to me, but I practically grew up with Hillary as my mom and Tyson as my other dad.
I sighed slightly as I remembered my mom. Well, not exactly remembered, considering I never knew her.
She died a few months after I was born, and it had crushed my dad. We ended up moving to Japan and living down the street from Tyson and Hillary for 10 years. Just 5 years ago we moved back to Russia, our home country.
"You need to be getting up earlier." Dad commented quietly as I shoved a piece of bread into the toaster. I spun on my heel and gave him a full-blown, Hiwatari death glare. He smiled at how well I mastered it.
"You're kidding, right? EARLIER?! It's FIVE A.M.! NOBODY gets up at this time! ONLY YOU, and me because you FORCE ME TO!" I yelled exasperatedly, fed up with him bossing me around. "I mean for gods sake, I don't even need this much training, especially not at this hour!"
He looked at me weird, his expression blank so I couldn't tell what he was thinking. My toast popped up, starling me. I snatched it up, gave my dad one last glare and walked out of the room.
Sometimes my dad is so unreasonable. I ran up the stairs, my right ankle clicking with every step. Gross. I can't believe my ankle is still doing that…
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed the phone from the dresser. Taking it with me I flopped down on my bed with a heavy sigh. No training today.
I dialed the phone, needing desperately to talk to my best friend in the whole world. Who's also my Beyblade partner. Kevin Granger.
"Hello?" A female voice greeted on the other side of the line.
I rolled over onto my stomach and grabbed my frumpy pillow, using it to prop myself up.
"'Ello Aunt Hillary!" I said cheerfully, stifling a yawn as best as I could. I looked to my left at the alarm clock. 4:52. Stupid clock. I reached out and pushed it off the nightstand, satisfied with the thud that came half a second later.
"Hey Mish, how are you!?" I herd Hillary say sleepily, failing to stifle her own yawn.
Crap. I didn't even consider that I'd be waking them up.
"Oh shi- uh, shoot. I didn't wake you up did I?" I said, careful not to swear in front of Hillary. I rolled onto my back, dangerously close to the edge, and slapped the pillow over my head. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!
"No no, actually, I couldn't sleep this morning, so I've been up for a while. But what are you doing up this early. Gosh, its gotta be 'round 5:00 over there…" She said, and I could hear a TV being turned off on the other end.
"Actually, its more like 4:30. And it's not by choice." I mumbled, feeling my eyes getting droopy. I was going to pay severely for being up this early. Just another one of my dads many schemes to ruin my bloody life.
"Kai made you get up this early?!" She questioned, her voice shrill. I smirked, totally aware of what was going to happen next. Hillary was going to demand to talk to dad, and then she was going to yell at him for getting my up this early. After all, I'm as much of her daughter as Kevin is dads son. It aint biological, but its pretty damn close.
"Let me talk to you dad. I'll straighten him out." She said evilly, and my smirk grew.
"Sure thing Aunt Hillary. Thanks." I hopped out of bed and took off for the kitchen in a run. There I found my poor, unsuspecting dad putting his plate in the sink. He looked at me skeptically as I handed him the phone.
"Hillary wants to talk to you." I said happily, a big, goofy grin splitting across my face. He looked at me, astonished.
"You told on me?! You've got to be kidding. What are you, five years old?" He said, a little pissed off. He clicked the 'hold button' and greeted Aunt Hillary.
I could hear her screams from a few feet away, and with a satisfied smirk I gave my dad a little kiss on the cheek and scurried out of the room.
And that ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't get the great and beautiful Misha Hiwatari out of bed before she wants to.
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