_¸,.‹-•/*°Chapter One°*\•-›.,¸_
"Come downstairs and get your breakfast now!"
"All right, all right, I'm coming!"
Naomi Yvak slowly merged at the top of the staircase. Her slim figure wore a deep red circle-neck with flowers and waves tattooed all around it. Below it she wore a skirt, the same colour, but it was fairly short, with the end reaching just above her knees. She was, and had been, thirteen years old, and it was around three months until she turned fourteen. Her bare feet thumped loudly down the stairs, her petite hand holding onto the rail as she did so. She glanced around for a moment, before focusing both her eyes and attention on her mother. Jodie had a hand on her hip, and an impatient look in her eyes.
"Now, you know me and your father been waiting a long time for you. We have been very patient, but we don't like how lazy you are. And somehow we can't wake you up, because you just don't respond, even if we shake you repeatedly. You shouldn't be sleeping in late on a day like this. You have to help us do the shopping, remember?" the dirty-blonde haired woman ordered sternly. Naomi left one hand on the rail in a relaxed fashion. "Oh, it's not that late, is it-" She glanced outside, seeing the stick in the ground. It was almost midday. "Ah."
"Now, eat your breakfast quickly. The sooner you do, the sooner we can buy the food we need. You need some new clothes as well," John, the man with the black hair and deep brown eyes muttered, folding his arms. Naomi had to do what he wanted; ignoring her mother was easy enough, but her dad...that was a challenge. Who knows what sort of punishments he would make up if she didn't obey him. "Fine," the young girl murmured, stepping into the kitchen. It was mainly white, except for a few marks where the chair had bumped against the wall, and many scuffs and dents where she had kicked the wall out of frustration.
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