BZZZZT BZZZZT BZZZZT
Green lights flickered on and off, a cast-off of the LED display on the alarm clock breaking through the darkness as the harsh drone pierced the silence. A creature stirred on the mattress, groaning and grumbling like a mummy, equally as wrapped in sheets as it struggled to free a hand from its cotton restraints. Its weary fist brushed across the nightstand where the cacophony was sounding from and smacked at it in futility, finally smashing on the snooze button after many attempts from the cloaked demon. Like a zombie she rose, slowly, moaning as she awoke, still entangled within the malevolent grip of her bedspread. Mari opened her mouth wide with a yawn, taking a hand to slide it down her face as if to check if it were still there. Her straw-like hair stuck out in protest of its sub-par treatment during the night, and she had slept in clothes that now looked like she made an attempt to wear them backwards without first taking them off. Looking like a frat girl after a Sunday night bender, Mari forced herself out of her plush paradise of sleep and put a shaky foot on the ground to stand. Her head turned towards her clock. 6:07 AM. With a sigh, she lurched upwards and onto the cold wooden floor... or at least she would have if her abdominal muscles didn't decide to cramp up on her. In fact, all her muscles set fire to her nerves, and she kicked herself for not stretching properly the day before. She let out a grunt of pain and stumbled forward, where her foot became snared by a rogue pair of jeans that she had promised to pick up the day before. Down she went with a yelp, slamming face first into the floor, causing a ruckus that could wake the dead... especially after her string of curses that would've made a nun gasp.
Mari shuffled across the kitchen floor holding a nurturing hand over her aching face and still looking like she came out on the losing side of a bar fight. Destination: coffee. Fortunately for her, but nothing that bettered her sour mood, her father had already made a fresh pot. In fact, he was sitting at the table having a cup himself, nose deep in The Kobe Daily Edition.
"Good morning, Mar," he said dismissively and inattentively as his bespectacled eyes scanned the pages in front of them. Mari responded with a nondescript grunt and continued to slowly make her way towards the coffee machine. The rain cloud over her head darkened as she poured herself a large cup. Her father wasn't normally up that early, and now she couldn't head outside for a cigarette because of his very existence. Fuckin' fantastic. She flexed her hand into a fist and her arm weakly trembled as she began to swig as much of her caffeinated beverage as she could in one gulp, burning her tongue in the process and not caring about it anyway.
"I've got a lecture this morning over the use of parabolas in past economic markets and how that effects today's international GDP. A little cut and dried, but the possibilities are interesting. Y'see, I have this theory that if one were to put in the most correct parabolic formula, it could be possible to predict future spending habits of Asian and European market practices. It's got something to do with..."
Now it was Mari's turn to drone, a low, flat, and continuous whine not unlike a warning siren blankly escaping her lips as she stared emptily into nothingness as wave after wave of complete fucking boredom washed over her. It was too early for math, too early to socialize with nerds like Dad, waaaaay too early to pretend to care about what he was talking about. Too early to exist. Her mind began to leave her body behind as her head bobbed up and down in an attempt to keep it awake.
"Mari. Mari!" She snapped awake with wide eyes and immediately closed them tight. The light from the kitchen lamp set her retinas burning from the sudden change of dark eyelids to bright luminescence.
"What happened to your face?" her father asked, more curious than concerned. Great. She knew that by the way her father asked, it was obviously noticeable that she klutzed out and decided to take a heaping bite of the floorboards.
"I got into a fight with the Boogeyman and kicked the shit out of'im," came her indignant response in a cracked and tired voice.
"Language, Mari." She sneered at him and gave him an insulted grunt. "Really Dad?"
"I won't have any daughter of mine turn into a degenerate low-life with no common decency for others," he stated simply and without anger. Mari rolled her eyes at him. What the hell was with the language thing anyway? She picks up smoking, gets a tattoo, fights at school, doesn't even show up to school, and they pick what kind of words leave her lips to freak out about. Fuck that.
"Tch, sure. Bit late for that, huh?" she shot back without thinking. Her father gave her an authoritative glare, but not an angry one. Her father rarely ever lost his cool, but he was downright frightening when he did.
"Well I'm glad you told me I'm doing such a terrible job of raising my daughter," he said lacking emotion as he turned to place his coffee cup in the sink, "I think a degenerate like her should be grounded when she gets home." He caught her in the middle of a gulp and she almost choked on her coffee as she attempted to swallow it.
"What the fuck, Dad!?" she screeched at him.
"Keep digging yourself deeper there, kiddo," floated his reply from the hallway. Mari pounded a fist on the counter, gritting her teeth and growling as she stomped back into her room to shovel her things angrily into her backpack before storming out the door.
"Fucking awesome!!" she shouted at the sky in fury as she entered the rain-soaked morning. She stomped through the puddles collecting in the driveway, her shoes and socks be damned. All she had to do was make it to school, blow off some steam, smoke a cigarette, get some fucking food, and maybe she could enjoy the rest of the day. Except when she got back she was grounded. Mari winced and her fists balled up so tight the individual bones in her fingers popped. Still in her clothes from the other day, she climbed aboard her scooter and took off faster than safety should allow, driving recklessly through the streets as she went straight to Hell, more commonly known as Ryuukoku High.
Purple, an ugly shade of grotesque purple with green splotches. Mari had been examining herself in the mirror in the girl's locker room after her workout, and she had been right to have been concerned. Her eye was slightly swollen but it was mostly just hideous and mis-colored, much so that she couldn't cover it with make-up. Mari was past anger at this point, it wasn't a feeling, it was a state of being. Good, maybe nobody would fuck with her if she looked and acted like she was about to kill someone. On a positive note, her muscle fatigue was gone, along with her normal weariness from lack of sleep, replaced mostly by rage and frustration. Some crazy dreams with giant babies and slime or whatever. She frowned as she remembered back to getting a Spice Level 7 at CoCo's, silently swearing to never attempt anything higher for fear of something worse than the babies. Mari let out a defeated sigh as she dried herself off from her shower and began her morning routine. Luckily for her, the school weight room was already open to train the track guys that come in early, so she hopped in with them and started a Cross Fit workout. The drive there wasn't that bad, either. Except the rain sucked. Stupid fucking rain, why the fuck did Kobe have such shitty weather? As Mari slipped into her school's track uniform, she unzipped the zippers down by the legs and pushed up the sleeves as she began to put on her makeup. She hated how she had dark circles under her eyes, and most of her time was spent both trying to make her black eye look much less noticeable and covering up her tired eyes with thick eyeliner. A few times she caught herself admiring herself in the mirror, flexing her biceps a little and giving herself a curt smile, playing with her hair, and adjusting how her uniform fit to look more appealing. She zipped her jacket down a little to show off a little bust and left her green tipped hair down. Maybe it would be a good day, hell, she might even get a boy to talk to her. Mari shook her head and frowned some more. Yeah, that'll be the day. She zipped her jacket up all the way, jammed her hands into her pockets, and walked slowly and deliberately out the door.
Smoke floated from her lips as she took yet another drag off of her cigarette. Mari decided to leave her hair down after brushing it, deciding that maybe she could at least try one thing in changing her image a little bit, even if it wasn't drastic. She checked her watch again. 8:38. She sighed again. This day was going to suck so hard. She lit up another one, her third as she stood by her scooter in the rain. Her uniform was starting to get soaked, but Mari could've cared less. She didn't mind at all that she had nothing to stop the downpour with, what the hell did it matter what other people would think? She didn't give a shit, it was even a little comforting after a workout to be honest. Maybe not the rain itself, but the atmosphere. Really set the tone for a terrible day such as this one. She thought back to her father this morning and unconsciously started to do flex her fingers and begin popping them with her thumb. Her father... was creative with her punishments, to say the least. He never just took away her TV, he disassembled it and hid the technical manual. He didn't send her to bed without supper, he stocked the fridge with nothing but greasy disgusting junk for days to come to fuck with her diet. It kind of made her sick, if not a little impressed. She took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself and checked her watch again. 8:41. Mari grimaced. Maybe for once, she couldn't wait for school to begin. This misanthropic standing-out-in-the-rain bullshit was getting old.