MY SUNSHINE -{Daimain x Ch!ld Reader}- (ON HOLD!)

Stella

ITS A PARTY IN MY CITY~✓✓
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Yeh, I did that for you- my dear reader. 💘 Took me a while to post- sorry 😅

"...so about your grades..." "Anya isn't here right now." "My grades are perfect. I know they are."

Pap sighed. The lights turned on and Anya began to panic. "Noooo, I don't wanna study!" Anya tried to run away from Papa, but he caught her and held her up. "We had an agreement, 5pm is study time." He told her as Mama, across the room watched. "Heh. Haha, Anya has to study~ Anya had to study~ and I do not~ and I do not~" I sang, dancing around the room. Anya glared at me, but she didn't say anything back. She couldn't even if she wanted to.

See, my grades are Excellent. Exquisite. Extraordinary. (That's what papa thinks anyway...). And it's because I am smart.

The reason Anya's grades are horrible is because she is dumb. Simple yin and yang.

"Now wait a minute, who said you didn't have to study?" I gasped in shock. "B...but I have good grades! I hardly ever fail!" I argued, running to the table of our graded papers and lifting up a b- paper. "Yes, that is true...but theirs much more room for improvement. For instance..." Papa peeked at one of my lower graded papers. "When was Ostania founded, and who were it's founders?" He asked me. I scoffed and thought for a while. "I don't know, I hate history! It's boring..." I whined.

"That's exactly why you need to study." Papa told me. "Haha, Sissy has to study~ sissy has to study~" "Shut up pinkie pie!"

When me and Anya finally subsided into defeat, everyone in the House took a seat near the coffee table. "Look Anya, that's what Bondman was saying in episode 16." Papa used Anya's favorite show to help her study. I gave papa a look, which he returned with an eyebrow raise. 'Uggggggghhhhhh. I hate history. So. Fucking. Much.' I slammed my head on the table and groaned. Out of the blue, Papa patted his hand on his leg and exclaimed: "Alright. How about we take a break and do some drawing?" My head shot up from the table and I smiled wide. "Yay!" I threw my pencil on the floor.

"Wow that looks...neet. is it a cheetah? Oh, wait, I bet it's a panda!" Papa tried to guess Anya's horrible drawing. "...That looks like a piece of crap out the toilet." I muttered to myself. "It's a cow. The one that went loose at the interview..." Anya told me and Papa. '...Oh.' "You suck." "Hey, don't be rude!" "I'm just speaking facts though-" I shrugged. I held up my picture. "Wow, that's absolutely beautiful Aiari! How are you so go... I-i mean, your both fantastic at drawing...heh..." Mama instantly changed gears when she saw Anya sniffing. 'Okay...so drawing is Aiari's thing, but Anya doesn't seem to excell in it as much as her...' Papa thought. ' Let's try something different.' 

"Here, try this Anya." Papa handed Anya a small violin. "It's a violin for children." Papa told me, Mama, and Anya. Anya sat on the floor of our small lounge room and started to play. Or tried. The violin made a horrible screeching sound with every movement she made. Soon enough, the strings on the instrument snapped. "Okay- stop- STOP! My eardrums are gonna bleed!" I whined. 

"Theirs always sports!" Papa handed me and Anya a racket. Still in the lounge- Anya dropped multiple tennis balls and tried to hit them. "Whoosh! Whoops! Whoosh!" Anya gushed as she missed every ball she dropped. Her annoying rant was starting to give me a headache. I groaned and threw a tennis ball in the air and hit it toward the wall. It bounced off the wall and hit Anya in her head. She fell on the ground as I snickered. "Aiari!" "What? What I do?"