A Marvelous Fanfiction

Part 1

To hold back my hair, I place two pink bobby pins on either side of my head. Father says that pink is a feminine color, so it'll help me blend in with the girls at school. I don't mind the pink I guess, I just wish I weren't forced to identify with those humans. I promptly take the pins out because they won't do their job correctly. Pushing them through my hair with my fingers, I try once again to get it right. "Try an x-shape." My father walks in, his thick British accent echoed through his voice. "Huh?" I ask. I see him come up behind me in a black suit and tie, his hair shoulder length, almost exactly like mine, although the curls in his hair are way better. "If you angle the pins to overlap each other making an x-shape, they'll stay in better," he says. "Oh." I put the first set in my hair the way he told me to, and it works surprisingly well. I have never seen father do anything with his hair before. His hair is always perfectly slicked back in a way I could never imagine to get mine to do, hence the bobby pins. I place the last two pins in just as the other side. "Wouldn't it make more sense to use black pins instead of pink, so it would match my hair?" Father chuckles, "Anything to make you look less like the Goddess of Death helps, so I'd stick with the pink." I turn around to face him. "Hey, at least I don't look like a witch!" I laugh, looking him up and down. "You've been spending way too much time with my brother. You're starting to sound like him." He rolls his eyes at me. "I don't see the problem. I had to get my coolness from somewhere." A slight smirk crosses my face. "He shakes his head at me. "Alright you get to school, and actually learn something useful." I let out a sigh, "Do I have to go?" "Yes, and we're not having this discussion again." I roll my eyes at that. I get that this is important to him, but I wish I didn't have to do all of the work. "Do you really think your plan will succeed?" I ask. "If you execute it right." "Thanks for no pressure," I say sarcastically, walking past him to grab my pink backpack from off the chair in my bedroom. "Make me proud." He turns and smiles at me. I hardly give him a glance and nod my head while I walk out. I head for the front door, and quickly run down the steps onto the sidewalk.