xxxxx O n c e upon a time there was a || g i r l ||
► ► M a t s u r i ◄ ◄
xxxx"AAAAAHHHH I'M LATE!!"
Upstairs in a small cottage like house, things being thrown and quick footsteps were heard. A girl ran around the room, practically tearing the room apart as she searched for her things under the freshly new mess in her room. Clothes, comic books, figurines, paper, drum sticks, an apple core, a bowl and spoon, and stuff animals were thrown in the air as the girl looked under her bed. Yes, as you can see, she's a huge slob. The whole house is spotless.. except her room. "Where's my scarf!" The girl cried, lifting her head up from under the bed and looked at her clock. Her eyes widened. She cursed under her breath as she scrambled onto her feet and ran into her room's washroom with a slam of the door.
Meet Matsuri. She's your average teenager girl plus more. If she haven't stayed up most of the night reading her new mangas, she wouldn't be rushing around and destroying her room in the process. She was late. Too late but if she hurry, she might just make it. Inside the washroom, Matsuri reached up and pulled the ponytail out of her hair and brushed the tangles away with her brush and left her shoulder length hair down. She quickly brushed her teeth and slipped off her t-shirt and shorts before placing on her school's tradition uniform with knee length white socks but instead of loafers, on her feet were her doodle covered sneakers that she considers lucky. She didn't put on any make-up like any other girl. She looks fine being natural. Plus, she's too much of a tomboy to put any on. Matsuri gasped at the time when she exited the room and ran downstairs where her great aunt and uncle were. They sat in the kitchen with coffee brewing beside them. Matsuri smiled and kissed each of them on the cheek before grabbing a toast on a plate that were in between the elderly couple. "Sowwy, gwatta gro!" Matsuri said funnily, her voice muffled with the toast in her mouth. They just smiled and nodded, remembering the noise they heard upstairs just moments ago. Matsuri grinned and quickly escaped the kitchen and hoisted up her large backpack over her shoulder before going outside.
Her transportation is what people would snicker about at school. They have pretty looking cars. She has a bike but she doesn't mind though. On a bike, you get more exercise and you don't have to burn your money as you burn gas. She's just a green person. It only took her seven minutes of fast pedaling to get to school but unfortunately for her, she was too late. Classes have already started. On her first day too! Upon reaching her classroom with a late slip in her hands, she slowly opened her door and peeked inside before flinching when her teacher turned his head towards her. She gulped and stepped inside. "You sure are late, Matsuri. Care to explain why?" The teacher asked in a monotone voice. Matsuri fidgeted when everyone's eyes turned towards her. She wondered if her hair was messy from that bike ride or if her clothes are too winkled or if she have a zit on her face she haven't seen yet as she stared at everyone. "Uh.. I had a dramatic experience and took my time coming here to get rid of the shock?" Matsuri offered. She blinked innocently as the class chuckled. She just remembered a fantastic scene in her manga last night when she said that so she didn't realize this until after the teacher glared at her. She shrunk a little from the stare as she slowly made her way towards the back of room and sat on a random open chair. She groaned and laid her head on her desk. Okay.. that was certainly the best way to start the new year.. Lovely, just lovely.
You w o u l d n ' t really call her || t y p i c a l ||xxxx
