K-ON Rise To Fame RP

Mira watched the clock intently, waiting for it to be only two hours before school. The anxiety that came with her first day was immense, and as time to get ready clicked in front of her eyes, Mira sighed. She extinguished the flame from the cigarette betwixt her fingers on her naked thigh, and threw it's lifeless form out of her bedroom window. There was now only an hour before her father woke up, and that meant she had an hour to get up and get out.

The young woman tip-toed her way to the bathroom, thankfully only one door down from her own bedroom, and removed her underwear and her nightshirt. Getting undressed was Mira's least favourite necessity, as what it revealed to her was never better than the days before. Bruises, some fresh, some old, riddled her adolescent body, turning her slender, borderline emaciated form into a canvas for shades of blue, purple, and black that no girl her age should ever have had to endure.

She was used to this, now. At least that's what she told herself. After cleaning out the smell of night terrors and cigarette ash, Mira put her clothes on and did her hair and make-up. Making certain to cover up any of the marks visible below the line of her skirt, she was ready.

Mira did not eat breakfast. Instead, she poured herself a travel mug of coffee and walked out the door. Ten minutes, Mira mused in her head, proud of herself. Ten minutes before he wakes up to see that his "good for nothing" daughter is already off to school.

 

Melody "Mel" Oswald,prodigy of music and gifted pianist, was up and early. It was her first day starting at her new school, and a week since she's been home-home from her performance arts boarding school.

"So weekends and evenings I expect you to be around, Mel." Mel nodded coming out of an office room at the local music store speaking to the owner and manager.

"Well I appreciate being able to work here, Mr. Vahn." She told him smiling,

"Bill, please." The owner said smiling, William "Bill" Vahn was a bass player in Mel's father's old jazz band. He still is in that jazz band, taking over it due to Mel's father growing ill and hospitalized, "And you know I would do anything for my goddaughter," Bill was also Mel's father's best friend, best man, and became Mel's godfather. Of course though, when Melody went off to boarding school up in the northern region of the country and a good days travel, she lost connection with the lives at her birthplace and her parent's residence. Often speaking only to her parents.

Now with her father's illness, Mel found herself back to her birthplace to help her mother out, while attending secondary school there and now getting a job there.

Of course this was only going to be for a year then she would be back to where she really considered her home, her performing arts boarding school.

"Now, you aren't going be required too much. Mostly just running the register and helping customers, maybe doing stock, but what I really want you for is if people come in for music lessons, I want you to do them." Mel nodded.

"Of course, I'd be happy to do all of that." She smiled as they stood at the front door of the shop.

"Great, I better let you go to your first day of school."

"Great, thank you again, Mr. Vahn."

"Bill."

"Right, thank you again, Bill." Mel said smiling as he smiled back and started back to his office and she headed out the door, opening it, only to open it onto somebody walking by. Mel walked out and looked down to see she knocked somebody to the ground with the door.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She quickly exclaimed kneeling down to check on him and help him up.

 

Mel saw him about to cry and winced back a little bit not sure what to expect next. Did she really hit him that hard?

"NOOOOO MY PANCAKE!"

Mel looked towards the pancake laying on the ground now quite a few ants scattering towards it and carrying off their new found treasure.

"Well, now hey..." Mel turned back to the teary eyed boy probably about the same age as her, "how about I get you a new pancake!" She said not only was it partially her fault, but she didn't want to see him crying, nor did she believe, if the boy was her age and probably in secondary school, he shouldn't be crying. Finally she wanted to make sure he was physically alright.

 

Mel smiled awkwardly as he perked up very quickly with the mention of a new pancake.

'Well at least he's not crying now or anything...' She thought to herself as he introduced himself.

"Oh!" She shocked herself before smiling and nodding.

"Melody Oswald, most people call me Mel." Mel told him, "let's go get your pancake, I'm assuming you're also on your way to school?"

 

Sitting in a booth by the window in her favourite family restaurant, Mira sipped at her fourth cup of morning coffee and read her course notes from her sophomore year. They weren't as interesting as she had thought they were the first time, but to be fair, her swift and violent pull from the party life had made everything feel dull. That was when the beatings started. That was only eight months ago, but it had felt like forever since anything tasted like anything more than cigarettes and black coffee.

Turning and looking out the window, Mira caught a glimpse of a comical sight. A couple of students who looked her age appeared to be in mourning over a fallen piece of breakfast, now being carried off by a small army of ants. If only I had people my age to talk to, Mira thought. Maybe I could do something nice...

Mira paid for her beverage at the front counter, and kept the two across the street in mind. "I'd like to order two short stacks before I go, actually," she said after paying off her coffee. Just as she saw the girl across the street help the odd-looking boy up, she started beckoning to them through the restaurant window by her booth, hoping they would notice. I look like an idiot.

 

Mira frowned, and quit beckoning as the boy from across the street stood outside of the window. Is he... daft? She smiled back at him, and pointed towards the door of the restaurant, and then the stack of pancakes.

To reinforce the point, she turned and picked up her pen and paper, scrawling "Breakfast?" and presenting it. She blushed, realising this probably looked like she was trying to make a date with the boy. I can't believe I ever had friends.

 

"Beloved... pancake," Mira repeated to herself in a whisper. "I see." She watched the boy eat in front of her, trying as best she could to mask her disgust. I don't know that I could eat that much in a day, let alone in one sitting--certainly not that fast.. Mira began to pack her bag, since she knew she could not stay too much longer.

The boy was cute enough, but that was currently being ruined by his ravenous hunger's sating. "Is this your first day of school, as well?" Mira asked, hoping that maybe the question would force the boy to come up for some air. "I'm Mira Alain, junior year."

 

Mel watched as just as quickly she met the new boy he had ran off to a restaurant across the street. She followed not seeing what exactly he was excited about, except maybe his pancake which she did say she'd pay for. She soon crossed the street and enter to see him sitting in a booth quickly cobbling up a massive stack of pancakes talking to another girl there.

'Maybe a friend of his?' She thought to himself. Seeing she was quickly forgotten about she went to head on out to get to the school early in order to get her schedule and a tour of the school. That's when it was her turn to be knocked to the ground by a girl who ran into the restaurant. She didn't fall to the ground but her back hit hard against the door frame as she was pushed aside.

'I really am living up to the new girl stereotype...' She thought to herself only to turn and her jaw drop to see this next stranger tackle the boy she just met to the ground then jumped onto his friend and actually grabbed her boobs.

The whole restaurant must have stopped what they were doing and were staring, jaws dropped staring in confusion.

"This place..." Mel spoke aloud still a bit of shock, 'I never could imagine a place to be this...



different...'

 

Mira was beyond confused. One second, she was talking to Alex and preparing herself to depart, and the next, there was another girl on top of her, groping at her chest. Instantly embarrassed as she felt the stuffing in her bra shift, a bad habit from her party days that she hadn't quite yet stopped. In seconds she went from a high C to a low B, and her face flushed.

"Please," Mira said, attempting to scurry back, hoping the other girl wouldn't notice the lumps falling down to the bottom of her blouse. "Please stop."

The first day of school hadn't even started, and the anxiety was already there. Maybe she shouldn't have left home so early.

 

Mel stood there before Alex seemed to pull things back to reality. She dug out her phone looking at the time. He was right, school was about to start and the school was still a bit of a distance away of a walk, at this point she would need to jog or run to get there on time.

As she looked up the strange bizarre girl stood in front of her. She stepped back a bit startled.

"Don't be shy new girl! No no no! I love each and every one of you equally yep yep! Even though I've got no clue who you are... oh hey, squishy. Boing boing!"

Before suddenly her breasts were beings gripped and pulled on. as her boob slipped out of the bra pocket and poked a bit out from her button blouse.

Mel looked down in shock and horror quickly covering up in embarrassment. She looked up at the whole restaurant. She felt herself about to be sick from embarrassment as the restaurant seemed to be staring at her now. She quickly hurried out of the restaurant.

The day wasn't starting out well.