𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 | marco diaz

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     "I THOUGHT THIS WOULDN'T  be difficult until we actually got there," Soleil groaned.

She and her sister stood in her room, still in their pajamas, with half of Soleil's wardrobe on the ground. Star wasn't being much help, claiming everything her sister owned was "too princessy".

"Ugh it's all just so... royal!" Star complained, tossing a short sequin dress in the pile.

     "Star, we are princesses! We live in a castle for crying out loud!" Soleil argued. "I'm wearing what I want, please leave."

"Fine! I'm not letting you leave when you get laughed at," Star said, turning to walk out of the room.

Soleil sighed, finally able to relax without Star breathing down her neck. She took advantage of the convenience she was given and used her wand to sort her clothes back into their place.

She decided on toning down what she would normally go for. A white tshirt with a blue pull-over dress and mary jane's. She kept her hair down and curled, opting out of her normal pony tail.

The teen gathered her things, a prepacked backpack gifted to her by the Diaz's, and her wand. Downstairs she was only met with more chaos, a sleep deprived Mrs. Diaz cooking breakfast, Mr. Diaz speaking spanish loudly on the phone, and a group of puppies with... laser eyes?

"Good morning Mrs. Diaz," Soleil greeted, setting her backpack on the couch.

"Oh good morning Soleil! How did you sleep?" the woman asked, stirring what seemed to be a pot of mush.

"I slept well thank you... what are you cooking there?" she asked in a nervous tone.

"It's oatmeal! It's an Earth breakfast delicacy," Mrs. Diaz shared, easing the girls nerves a little.

The blonde sat at the table, watching Mrs. Diaz cook as if nothing was happening around her. As for Soleil, the puppies were starting to give her a headache, and Mr. Diaz's loud wails of laughter were louder than her own thoughts.

Marco and Star came downstairs together five minutes later, only adding to the chaos of the already rowdy house. Star, despite the state of it, would not stop using her wand for every simple task. She would cast a cloudy charm to carry her backpack only for it to fall green and sick a minute later.

"Star, maybe relax on the wand usage for now? Cloudy doesn't look so hot," the younger advised, watching as Cloudy slowly drooped to the ground with Star's backpack. "Or maybe a little too hot.

"Whatever," she mumbled, flicking her wand and sending Cloudy back home. "Thanks for the oatmeal Mrs. D."

Mrs. Diaz placed a bowl of hot mush in front of each kid. Star and Marco dug in immediately, while Soleil pushed hers around the bowl. She took small bites from time to time, and enjoyed it quite frankly, but she was never much of a breakfast person.

"You kids should be off soon. Bus'll be here any minute," Mr. Diaz said.

"What's a bus?"

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It turns out the bus was the worst form of transportation Soleil would ever come to know.

She sat in the filth around her, pressed to a window with, she could only guess to be, seven hundred other kids in the same vehicle. A symphony of screams echoed in the small metal contraption, piercing Soleil's ears harder with every passing second.