CHAPTER TWO, personal matters. ' man, parents suck. '
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OPHELIA SMILED AS SHE WATCHED mr. miyagi in the distance, doing the 'crane move' she had recently mastered a few days ago. the same day she had met the young boy, daniel.
daniel. the way he stuck around in her mind. . . she had no idea why he did; she had only seen him once, but for some odd reason, that made her want to get to know everything about him. she huffed out a breath as she noticed that she was lost in her thoughts, and mr. miyagi was walking back to her side.
ophelia became completely immersed in her consumable thoughts about the dark haired boy with a thick yet somehow attractive accent. she faced the front of the waters of the beach that they were practicing on, the beautiful sunset making ophelia's blue orbs sparkle. it was mr. miyagi and ophelia's favorite beach of all time, and the sunset is only one of the many reasons why.
"think about boy, eh?" mr. miyagi smirked slyly at the thinking girl, slightly startling her as he walked to her side, his eyes focusing with hers on the setting sun.
she rolled her eyes playfully at the all-too-wise man who lead her back to his car so he could drive them home. "no, mister miyagi, i was thinking about, uhm. . . this amazing sunset!" she said nervously.
this earned an even bigger grin from mr. miyagi, which was rare since he was very closed off. "you are very bad liar, ophelia~san. you even know his name," mr miyagi teased the now blushing girl, who only waved him off as they both drove off towards their apartment building in roseda.
as they were driving, ophelia propped her feet up on the dashboard as she tapped along to a van halen tune on the radio. this made mr. miyagi huff in disapproval; he thought it was improper to prop your feet up, but he let it go this time since it was only them.
mr. miyagi cleared his throat before turning down the song on the radio so ruby could hear what he was about to say. "so, ophelia~san, do you have plan for last day of summer?" he asked curiously, since he knew she wasn't always a busybody.
ophelia shrugged, sighing as she looked over at her mentor. "i dunno, miyagi. i was invited to this lame party thing down at the beach this evening, but it'll probably be filled with all of the people i've been avoiding this summer and will try to avoid this school year," she explained, looking out the window at the peaceful scenery.
"but that boy will probably be there, won't he?" mr. miyagi blanky offered, which made the girl sigh yet again as she playfully sent a soft punch to his shoulder.
"yeah he probably will."
"then go. i will drive you there, and pick you up."
ophelia furrowed her eyebrows at mr. miyagi's words. "are you sure? it'll probably last until 10pm, which is way past your bedtime!" she exclaimed, desperate for an excuse to not go to the party.
mr. miyagi chuckled, shaking his head. "it is no problem, ophelia~san. i can stay up late once in a while," he kindly smiled, making ophelia groan loudly as they pull up to the apartment building. mister miyagi stopped the car, turning to ophelia. "now, go get ready and get more clothes if you want to come over tonight. i know mother is harsh on you lately, ophelia~san."
ophelia sighed sadly, nodding as she got out of the house and up the stairs to her apartment, number 21. she tiptoed inside the apartment, instantly seeing the static TV that was placed on top of her father's old marshall guitar amp. her nose slightly srunched up in disgust at the flies that swarmed around the week-old vodka bottles that were wedged in between the incredibly filthy couch cushions.
suddenly, a raspy voice bellowed out from the kitchen doorway, making her jolt in fear. "what are you doin' here, punk?" the voice growled at the scared young girl, who instinctively went into a fighting stance.
her stance hardened when the voice cackled. "whatcha gonna do, kid? karate chop my arm?" the voice said, faking a punch towards her head, making ophelia flinch in the slightest. "you ain't no karate kid, you're just a pussy. get outta here." the voice snarled, and ophelia walked to her room, tears building up in her eyes.
"why do i have to have the worst parents in the entire universe?" ophelia sniffled to herself as she tore off her shirt hastily, throwing on a 'motley crue' t-shirt and leaving on her acid wash jeans. she grabbed her red duffel bag from her messy closet, throwing in random items of clothing into the bag.
she wiped her hot tears from her eyes before slamming her bedroom door shut, speed walking out of the apartment. her mother, the voice from before, stopped her before she could make it out the door.
"where ya goin', lousy ass?" her mother called out.
yeah right, ophelia scoffed to herself in her mind, like you ever care.
ophelia glared at the woman across the almost pitch-black living room. "out." but before her mother could answer, she was already out the door and heading to mister miyagi's car.
mister miyagi watched the girl closely for her body language. over the years that mister miyagi had taken ophelia under his fatherly wing, he had been able to learn from her body language, to tell if she was angry, sad, or happy. that's how well he knew her.
"drive, please." ophelia whispered, her saddened voice barely audible as she refused to face mister miyagi. the man nodded, understanding this, and started off on the route to the beach party.
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author's note; i'm sorry if this kinda sucks, i just wanted to let you guys know about ophelia more. :)
