Shining Armor [Naruto Fanfic]

Chapter 2

My eyes fluttered opened as the sunlight invaded my sleep. I look at my left and saw it was 8:37am.

Man... 8:37 already! I quickly got up and made my bed.

Why do we even do that? I mean, it will end up like that again. Isn't it? I shook my head and went to bathroom.

I opened the shower and stood under it. I took some peach scented shampoo and massaged my scalp and my waist length hair.

I love my pink hair and my green eyes, I got from my mom. I love her alot. She is my mother, she is my father, and most of all she is my best friend.

I never met my father. I don't even know how he looks like. I never asked mum about him though. She did so much for me. She never dated so that she could give me her time.

Sometimes I think if I'm holding her back to live her life. I'm sure she still has one man in her life, my father. I don't know why I still have hope that one day my dad would come back. Guess it's just a childish dream. But I can't let it go even if it is childish. I want him back and I would bring him back.

I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly wrapped one fluffy black towel on my body and one on my hair. I stepped out of my bathroom and open my wardrobe. I took out my skinny jeans and red hoodie with pink tank top.

I walked to my dressing table and grabbed my peaches and vanilla body mist and sprayed it on myself. I took my hair out of the towel and brushed them. I don't use hairdryer so I let them dry own their own.

I walked downstairs and called, "Mom?" I searched for her in the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge.

'I'm going to store to buy some groceries, the breakfast is in the fridge. Be back in an hour or two. Love you'__ Mom

I signed and sat the note on the table. I walked to the fridge and opened it. The fragrance of pancakes assaulted my nostrils.

I don't know why but I just love my pancakes cold with drizzle of Nutella. I quickly ate it and put the dirty plate in the sink. I need some things from the attics but our attic is so dusty and old. It is never used after I was born.

I walked upstairs to the store room whose stairs are connected with the attic.

I opened the door and coughed as the dust flew. I looked around and spot the old magazines I need on the cupboard, covered by a layer if dust. Smiling to myself, I reached out but It was too high.

I looked around for something to step on and spot a big briefcase. It looks heavy. I grabbed the handle and dragged it to the cupboard. I dusted my hands and stepped on the briefcase. Fortunately, It was quite near now and carefully grabbed the pile of magazines. But then I lost my footing and landed on my butt.

I cursed as I massage my sore butt. But my attention was grabbed by the red velvet cover peeking from the briefcase. I carefully crawled to the briefcase and opened it. My mouth dropped at all the stuff I found. It was a white lace dress. Wedding dress.