Misora

Chapter 2

"There's mini rocks in your hair."

Kyouko said, picking off the rocks of Misora's hair."This cloak is stained in blood, this bodysuit isn't suitable for a princess. Only for outer space." Kyouko sighs.

"Get changed, Emilia is waiting to do your hair."

Misora nodded sadly at her mother.

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Foot step,

Foot step,

Foot step,

The long strapless dress, on her thin waist, hugged her hips tightly, and flared out at the end with lace was dragging along the stairs. Her hair was loosely made into curls.

Misora walks past maids and butlers. They both were chatting, and cleaning the floor. Once they saw Misora, they immediately went on one knee, placing a hand on their chest. "Afternoon, my princess."

Misora quickly takes the end of her dress, gently pulling the skirt out to each side, and bending her knees slowly. "Afternoon,"

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It took Misora awhile to get to the diner room. As she walks in, the diner room was filled with paintings all over the room. A nice, cozy, and warm fireplace underneath a family portrait of Misora as a baby, her mother and father smiling. Eric, her father heard doors open.

His face brightens when he saw his daughter, Misora. "Sweetie, your finally here." He said. "The dress looks amazing on you." Eric added to his sentence as Misora took a seat across from him.

"Thank you." She replies, smiling happily that her father. There was an awkward moment, no talking, just the birds chirping.

"How was outer space?" Eric said, killing the silent.

"Same as usual, alone, and boring, nothing to do."

Eric nodded at his daughter respond with a smile, not knowing what to say back.

Five people walked in the room. Two of them
were pushing a large cart. Another two people were holding drinks as the other one was holding cups of glasses. Lastly, one of the servant spoke.

"Your majesty, your food has arrived."

The same servant grabbed one plate, as the two other one did the same thing. The servants placed the food in front of the Celestial's family.

Instantly, the smell swooped into Misora's nose. She could smell all the flavors, and seasoning.

"Today for lunch we are having a fettuccine Alfredo with chicken along with garlic bread. As for your drinks, that is your choice." Everyone said their drinks and the servant poured their drinks. After that, they kneeled and headed back to the kitchen.

The Celestial's family began eating in silents.

"Misora, after lunch you have ballet lessons, piano lessons-" Kyouko was cut off by Misora.

"Chlorokinesis with uncle, and many more lessons. I know." Misora says, taking a bite of her last fettuccine. She was tired of all these unnecessary lessons. Why didn't her parents care for her opinions? She thought.

"Make sure you finish your homework as well, I'll be upset if you didn't." Eric added, "Besides, I am your teacher." Misora sighed out loud before wiping off the sauce with her napkin, "Yes father, I know. I have piano lessons now." Misora said, slightly annoyed and wanting to leave. She stands up from her seat, pushing her plate away from her.

As she headed off to her piano room, she couldn't help but feel tired. All she wanted was a break, but she couldn't. Misora's parents wanted her to be talented, so many powers and responsibilities for a child. Her parents wanted the best daughter, best family with the best blood line. They wanted to show off, not giving a care for Misora opinions.