CH. 2
I sat at my desk and felt my head bobbing up and down. My eyes were beginning to see leaping sheep instead of algebraic numbers. I glanced drowsily at my clock. It was one o'clock AM…time for me to sleep. Leaning back, I stretched my arms out and gave a satisfying yawn as I got up from my desk to go to sleep. Exhausted from a long day's studying, I flopped face first into my soft quilts when I heard the familiar creak of my bedroom door swinging open and my mother, a thickly built, short, little blond woman poked her head in.
"What mom?" I asked without even looking up. If there was one person who refused to knock for anyone, it was my mother AKA the queen of living beings. My mother, Mrs. Kyouyama, was the type who would barge into president's bathroom if she felt like it.
"Get up! Go get Yoh!" my mom's voice commanded.
"WHAT?" I cried as I refused to lift my face from the soft sanctuary of my pillow.
This is just great, my life is the best ever isn't it? It's in the early hours of day and all my mother can say to me is to go get Yoh? I was tired. I was grumpy. And I was NOT in the mood to see Yoh of all people
"I said to go get Yoh! He's at his friend's house!"
"What about Ryo! Send Ryo!" I shouted in my pillow. Luckily, the soft pillow muffled my voice from shrieks into soft moaning pleading.
Ryo is my big brother…Ryo Ayouyama, the most popular guy on our side of the world.
"Ryo is sleeping!" My mother spat back at me.
Oh yes, of course, the KING of living beings was locked in his chamber in deep royal slumber and Cinderella, his beloved sister had to go pick up our little Yoh Asakura.
I flopped around onto my back and gazed up at my mother. I knew her one weak point. Turning my eyes from their usual boredom into spheres of innocence and compassion, I whined with a quivering lip, "Mommy! I'm so tired! Yoh has his own family! He can have his parents bring him home!"
Unfortunately, mother wasn't looking at my infamous puppy face and she sternly repeated herself, but with added force this time, "Go and get Yoh, or your engagement moves up a year."
"Aww dammit!" I groaned, defeated. If there was one thing that my mother was EAGER to do that would mean my deathbed, it was to move Yoh and my engagement UP UP UP…
I snatched a jacket from my closet and quickly yanked it on, threw my hair up into a ponytail, and marched past my mother hoping that by glaring at her, I'll burn a hole through her forehead for using that same stupid threat that worked EVERY single time she used it.
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