Disclaimer: I don't own anything used in this fic, save for Amathera. Sue me and you will get a moldy potato chip thrown at you. I'm terribly surprised that no one has tried to ream me out for my deliberately poor prose. It's almost physically painful for me to throw in the obligatory run-on sentence, or disagreeing tenses. My idea at the time of the first chapter was to write an entire fic where it seemed like a legit badfic, but that's hard to maintain, so I threw that out. Ah well. Here's the next chapter, where more of absolutely nothing happens in this seemingly endless day.

Amathera heaved a heavy sigh and tossed her books into her locker haphazardly. The rest of the school day had been dreadfully boring, especially considering the fact that she was bright enough to be working on university-level material. She gazed at her reflection in the small mirror she had set up in her locker that lighted up whenever the door opened. Soothing music played from the MP3 player she had also installed into her locker with her amazing skills.

Her eyes had faded to an impressive amber color with vivid violet flecks.

She absently brushed at her silvery bangs, reapplied her lip gloss, and then slammed her locker shut. She turned only to come face to face with a wickedly grinning Lulu.

Jumping several feet in the air – thanks to her extensive martial arts training in some vaguely unknown Eastern country – she landed gracefully with a hand over her heaving chest.

"You startled me!!!"

"I can tell." Dark eyes glittered in amusement as they regarded the aforementioned heaving chest. "How did you manage to miss the ceiling?"

Amathera shrugged nonchalantly.

Lulu pursed her lips, and then decided to let the matter drop. "I was wondering," she began, stepping close to the smaller girl. "An amusement part just opened up. They're having a special little celebration for their first day, with prizes and fireworks and the whole shebang. Would you like to go with me?"

Amathera blinked, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She could feel her pulse racing abnormally. Her first day at school, and already a beautiful girl – almost as beautiful as herself – was inviting her to hang out! Her mouth felt dry and her chest tightened almost painfully. She noticed out of the corner of her eye Seymour pulling a stuffed bunny out of his locker and holding it tenderly.

"S-sure!" she managed to croak out, smiling.

Lulu looked pleased. "Do you know where the Starbucks is downtown? Good, I'll meet you there at seven o'clock sharp. Don't keep me waiting." With a flirtatious wink she was gone, striding down the hall and whistling to herself, fully enjoying the envious stares.

Several of her fellow classmates overheard the conversation, and there was an audible sound of dozens of hearts breaking.

Tidus' wasn't among them.

He grinned at his locker full of candid pictures of Amathera – quite an accomplishment as they had only "met" that day – and giggled to himself. "You will be mine," he informed one of the photographs which, being a photograph, did not respond. He barely noticed as Yuna sidled up beside him, looking into his locker and snorting in disgust. Her eyes found Amathera, and she decided then and there that she would wage preppy, unintelligent war against the obviously prettier, sparklier, more talented girl.

In other words, she would shamelessly hand her a humiliating defeat in the talent show.

Seymour tore the head off of the bunny and hung it up in his locker. He smiled beautifully.

Amathera walked out of the school, declining several considerate offers to accompany her home safely. She took a deep breath of the clean, fresh city air and grinned up at the clear blue sky.

Her first day hadn't been so bad after all.

Feeling immensely pleased with herself she flounced off towards home, skillfully evading the students who insisted on following her. It was hard being pretty. And talented. And sparkly.

"I'm home!!!!" she announced shrilly as she slammed her front door shut hard enough to bust off its hinges. It hung there, lopsided and depressed, glaring at her. She was too strong for her own good.

She paused, tilting her head. "Hello?!?!" she called again. "Is anybody home?!?!"

She walked into the kitchen to see a note tacked to the fridge. She plucked it off and read it aloud, since she was mentally incapable of reading silently.

"Darling daughter!!!! We have gone to the new amusement park, since we are so rich that neither of us has to work!!!! You really should check it out!!!! Love, Mom and Dad!!!!"

Amathera crumpled the note up and tossed it into the trash before opening the fridge and plucking out a single-serve bottle of orange juice. Sipping from it delicately, she trudged upstairs and into her room, absently petting the fluffy white cat sitting daintily on her bed. It looked exactly like the cat from the Fancy Feast commercials, except…not.

"Hey Fluffy-nookins!" she squealed. The cat glared at her disdainfully, took a few swipes at her, and then jumped off the bed and strode out of the room. Amathera did not notice.

She flung open her immense closet and pushed a button. A whirring noise was heard, and her clothes began to file past her on her mechanical merry-go-round of expensive designer outfits. ((liek omfg i got that frm clueless, omg it's my fav movie lol lol)) Pursing her lips, she stared at the outfits and sighed.

She was not seeing anything suitable for her date with Lulu.

She was about to despair when one particular outfit caught her eye, something her mother had brought back from Europe during her parents fourth honeymoon. Giggling with barely suppressed glee, she stripped off her clothes, tossed them aside, and shimmied into the new outfit.

She ran her fingers along the material and posed in front of the mirror.

The shirt was a deep, rich blue, shimmering in the light and showing off her recently crimson eyes. It had a low neckline, though not disastrously so, and it fell a little past her hips, with two small slits on either side, and was made entirely of silk. The skirt was black, hitting just above her ankles, and had its own slits, these reaching past her knees. It was sleek and hugged her curves, and flowed like dark, murky water. She completed the outfit with a pair of strappy but comfortable Italian sandals, small Ankh earrings, an Ankh necklace, and her Millennium Pocket Watch.

She smiled, and her reflection smiled back, running an appreciative eye over her fit, sexy form. Lulu would drop dead when she saw her.

Well, hopefully not.

Amathera glanced at her clock, noting with distaste that it was only 4:30. She glanced at her image again and decided that it would not hurt to refresh her makeup and hair.

About an hour later she was entirely set to go, her hair flowing freely down her back with tiny flowers tied in. She had sprayed herself with her favorite perfume so that she fairly reeked of flowers and musk. She stretched and grinned; she felt good.

Then suddenly her eyes fell upon a picture perched on her nightstand, and tears filled her fiery eyes. She reached out and picked up the picture, clutching it to her chest and sighing, salty tears trailing down her ruddy cheeks. She felt herself drowning in angst, falling into a dark hole filled with sadness and regret and lots of other dark things. Talons clawed at her, trying to holder her under, to smother her in their oily laughter and dark forebodings.

The sudden ringing of the telephone jolted her out of it.

She put the picture back in its place reverently, then snatched up her expensive, pure silver phone. "Hello?" she asked perkily.

"OMG Thera hi!!!!" a voice exploded in her ear.

Amathera twitched, then replied, "Uhm…hi?"

"Oh sorry, this is Tidus." He lowered his voice so as to sound cool. "I got your number from…uhm…well anyway, I was wondering if you remember what our history homework was, since I forgot to write it down."

"Of course," she said, sifting through her immaculate memory. "We're supposed to read pages 46-988, and then write a fourteen-page dissertation on why climate controls history."

Stunned silence.

"Just kidding!!!!" Amathera giggled, and was pleased when he joined in with his own. "We have to read the first three chapters and write a one-page summary."

"Thanks!!!" Tidus said, and then promptly hung up.

Amathera stared at the phone, and then shrugged and put it back on its receiver. She glanced at the clock; 6:30. That brief conversation somehow took longer than she had expected.

"Blast!" she exclaimed, the worst curse to ever pass her lips, since she was a well-bred lady and all. Snatching up her Louis Vuitton bag, she dashed out the door, not bothering to lock it since she lived in a nice neighborhood where no crimes were ever committed and no one would even think to break in and pilfer anything.

Amathera made it to the Starbucks a good ten minutes early despite the fact that it was downtown and she lived uptown, being the rich little girl that she was. She paused outside, panting and collecting herself. Smoothing her skirt, she tossed her head and pushed the door open, slipping in.

There were only a few people there, sipping their expensive latt's and engaging in pseudo-intellectual chatter. A few were skimming magazines or staring into the depths of their coffees with huge names as if the secrets of the universe lay at the bottom of the cheap cup. Seymour sat by himself in a corner, sketching in his "OMG DEATH" notebook.

Amathera eyed him for a few moments, and then decided to be polite. She approached his table, smiling. "Hello."

He looked up at her. "Hello. Do you like violence?"

She blinked prettily. "What?"

He coughed. "Uhm…would you like a daisy?" he asked, holding up a flower that had obviously been through extreme spousal abuse.

"Thank you, it's lovely." She took the flower, flushing with pleasure, and tucked it behind her ear. She opened her mouth to say more, but she felt someone grab her elbow and drag her away.

"Why are you talking to him," Lulu hissed in her ear, pulling her forcefully out the door. She let her go and frowned down at the smaller girl, eyes roving up and down her form. "You look pretty."

Amathera just blushed.

"All right, let's go." Lulu slid her arm around Amathera's waist and led her away.