At least they have stopped hurling spit wads like during Freshman year. Geez, those jocks were so imbecilic; never could they just pipe down and sit. Almost ruined one of my eloquent dresses, they did. Luckily Porrim has a good stain remover, otherwise those lovely purples would have run!

At my stop I get off the bus. Our house is actually quite nice. It is in a better part of town and the shrubberies are quite nice. We have one of our neighbors come over and trim them in exchange for tailored clothing for the little ones. As I step in the older green house, quite an argument strikes at my ears. As I listen, I can tell it is my mother and Porrim.

"I think the cut to this dress is perfectly fine, mom. Honestly, I'm twenty one now," Porrim complains to mom.

"Well you are under my roof, darling. Plus I think it will look nicer with at least some sheer under it. Maybe you could sew some wedding veil fabric under the slit, or sew the slit down to below your crotch," my mother suggests, a bit of worry in the tone of her voice.

"Maybe some black sheer wouldn't do it half bad, but I sure as hell am not going to sew it up. Do you know how long it took to hem the whole thing with one black strip and not rip it?" Porrim looks at our mom incredulously.

"I can imagine it took quite a while. But still, have a little modesty, please."

"A guy should be able to control himself."

"And a dress should be functional enough to be able to be walked around in and not broadcast your genitals for all to see. That is just plain and common sense."

I do not particularly want to listen to this. I head upstairs to the second floor, then up to the attic. It has been converted into a sewing and craft room. We can't really afford anything better than peel and stick vinyl but it is easily swept. It does not look half bad, either. There is a window seat that I like to sit in and look at all the birds and cars. As I glance around, I notice some of Porrim's projects. Lots of dresses and a giant red sweater. I never question what she's doing. Right now I only have one project, and that is a lovely dress for a friend. I sure hope she will like it, since I went out and got special fabric and whatnot.

The dress will do down to about her mid-thigh, and has a jagged hem. That will take forever to stitch up, but it is definitely worth it for her. I absolutely cannot wait until she sees it. She will adore it so much! Or at least I hope she will. She can be pretty picky at times, which can get fairly aggravating. Anyways, I made sure to put a fairly good amount of blue glitter on it, concentrated at the top and bottom. It has spaghetti straps to hold up the sweetheart neckline. Keeping it somewhat modest. It has her astrological symbol printed in her color. I have put so much work into this, and I hope she realizes it.

Maybe I'm just worrying too much.

Some of my other projects are on the shelves. I haven't been working on them because of the white dress being my priority. Soon I will be able to go back to my other dresses, most of which are for myself. Soon enough orders for Prom Dresses will start to flood. That's mainly all the three of us, my mother, Porrim, and I, work on from January to May.

I head downstairs to my room. Upon entering it, I disregard the mess. I don't really clean it that much. I know where everything is, so I'm perfectly fine with it like this. My mom gets on me sometimes. Pulling up my chat application, I send her a message. After a while with no response, I head back to the ground floor to get a snack.

"Hey, Kan."

I whirl around to see my older sister staring at me, her arms crossed. "What is it, Porrim?"

"Perhaps I'm crazy, but is the cut of this dress too short?" she glares at me as I look her up and down.

"Honestly," I start, "I think the hem of a dress should not go up to the waist. It looks like a shirt worn sideways with a train, not a dress," I state plainly, turning to look in the fridge.

She stands there thinking for a second, then sighs. "I guess you're right… Do you want to help me fix it?" she looks at me.

"Umm, not right now, I need to do something on my computer. Maybe in a bit, like, half an hour?" I estimate, closing the door and walking towards the counter.

"Sure thing. Who's turn is it to cook dinner?" Porrim leans on the old marble, worn down from years of use.

"Mom's," I plainly state, not wanting to cook dinner myself and not wanting to eat whatever Porrim scrounges up. I head over to the fruit bowl, grabbing an apple.

"Fine by me," she replies, heading up the creaky stairs.

I walk down the hall to the left, towards the foyer and living room. My mom is on the computer doing something as I lean over the back of the chair.

"Yes, dear?" she turns, not taking her eyes off the screen. She's looking over the order website, trying to decide which request to respond to first.

"I volunteered you to cook dinner tonight," I inform her, hoping not to get too much of a reaction.

"What gave you that idea?" she questions, going back to the computer monitor.

"I cooked last night and do you really want to know the atrocity Porrim will scrounge up and claim at the very least edible?"

"Fair enough. Don't expect anything special," she states.

"Gracias, mamá!" I exclaim, hugging her from behind.

"You're welcome, mi hermosa hija," she replies, resting her hand on my shoulder for a second before I stand up and head for the stairs. "Oh, and one more thing," she gets my attention. "Tell Porrim that she'll need to learn to cook if she expects to get a man, or especially a woman."

"Yes, mamá," I sigh, leaving the room and heading for the stairs.

Once upstairs, I go to my room and check my computer. Looks like she messaged back!

- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began pestering arachnidsGrip [AG] at [15:21] -

GA: Hey Vriska

AG: What?

GA: I Was Wondering If You Wanted To Come Over To My House Tomorrow After School So I Can Fit Your Dress

AG: I dunno, pro8a8ly. Anything to get me out of this damned hell hole.

GA: Have You Eaten Today

AG: Why do you care?

GA: I Just Want To Make Sure

AG: Yeah, I 8te lunch.

GA: No Breakfast

AG: No, why?

GA: Because It Is Extremely Unhealthy To Not Eat Breakfast

AG: I didn't have time, miss fussy.

GA: Fine

GA: Just Please Wake Up On Time Tomorrow

GA: And Make Sure To Take A Shower

GA: I Like It When You Take Showers

AG: Why…?

GA: Because You Smell Nice

GA: ?

AG: Whatever.

AG: I've got shit to do.

AG: See you around.

GA: You Are Coming Over Tomorrow

GA: Right

AG: Yeah, gotta fly.

AG: Bye.

GA: Goodbye

- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA] at [15:42] –

GA: 3

I hope she did not see that last part. Why did I send that? Ugh, I am such a clumsy idiot.

Oh well, better go help Porrim.

Well, right on time. I took account all the feedback I got, which wasn't a lot. I really hope you guys liked this chapter. The Maryams are Guatemalan if you were wondering. Also, it may not have been described, but the Megidos are Japanese, Nitrams are Latino, Captors are Korean, Vantases are Scottish/Spaniards, Leijons are African/Pacific Islander, Pyropes are Argentinian/Icelandic/Native American, Serkets are Caucasian, Zahhaks are African American, Makaras are African/Latino, Amporas are Scottish, Peixes are Pacific Islander/Latino. Just wanted to clear that up.

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