Yumiya's POV
I pretended like I wasn't nervous.... but I knew Mom would ask my my algebra test. Of course, I wouldn't give it to her if I could help it, but I can't. I knew from the look on her face that she expected the test. I didn't get a bad grade- I really didn't... well, if an 84 doesn't count as a bad grade.
She held her hand out expectantly and leaned on one hip- and I sighed, opening my bag. I glanced up occasionally, watching her. I don't look like anyone in my family- sure, I have black hair... but it has a purple tinge and it's curly- which is a pain to keep up with. I always end up having to put it in a tight braid or a ponytail.... Mom can keep her hair down- it wouldn't dare tangle.
I have rough hands, even though I don't do work and my arms have firmness to them from doing archery- my skin is pale, too. Not the pretty porcelain pale that Mom has that makes her look like a geisha, more like 'I haven't been outside, so look at my snow-white skin'. I'm definitely the odd one out. The only thing I have in common with anyone... are my eyes. They are gray, like Dad's, like Naoko's, and unlike Mom. Everyone else in my family is exceptionally smart, but I like the arts more- they allow me to be myself.
I handed the test to Mom and she instantly ripped it. Of course... Dad so happen to walk in.
Neito's POV
Thankfully, I happen to get home early. That was all I could think about today- 'Just get home and they can't overwork you again.'
I wish I hadn't walked into that house. But at the same time... I'm glad I walked in when I did.
Natarii had just finish ripping what I assume was Yumiya's test- when she heard me and turned around.... I guess I stopped things from escalating by walking-
"84. 84!? For fucks sake, Neito. You think Yumiya is improving?! 84!"
I sigh. She wasn't going to let this go. Natarii has always been slightly tempermental and coldhearted- and nothing flared her temper more than Yumiya getting less than 90% on an exam.
"Give it time, Natarii-"
"I have given it time. I am sick of watching Yumiya's grades plummet because you continue giving her the benefit of the doubt. I'm removing her from her Fine Arts classes until she fixes it."
"Natarii, having an overall average of 93 in a class isn't bad-"
"Overall?! Are you really shooting for the bare minimum here?!"
Dammit. Now she was pissed. I felt my face flush- unlike me, Natarii hasn't changed. It's embarrassing whenever someone mentions how I was in UA- there were a few ways to describe me. Crazy, Insane, Psycho- ugh. I shudder everytime someone says something like that. You could say Natarii, 'cooled me off' significantly- as most people say... but I didn't change her a bit. She's still hot-headed, unfair, and always trying to be the best- which is frustrating at times.
"Natarii, please...."
But now she was turning her anger towards Yumiya. The entire time Natarii was ranting on about Yumiya failing and being the only 'artsy' person in the family who didn't take her education seriously- Yumiya just took it, about to cry.
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How could I not be angry?!
Yumiya was twelve. Everything she did from now on mattered. Now, all she does is sports, drawing, ect- while he grades crash into the ground. For gods sake, her worst was an 89. What was wrong with her?!
It didn't help that Neito finally decided who's side he was really on. I just want the best for her- but he didn't see that. He only sees me as a monster who is yelling at a helpless little girl. I was done with that. I gave Yumiya a piece of my mind.
I almost stopped when she was about to cry- but I didn't. I kept going until finally, Neito put a hand on my shoulder and hissed in a slightly pissed-off and hushed tone, "That's enough. The last thing we need is a hormonal almost-teenager running around and screaming, 'My mother hates me and wants me to die!' Don't make her too angry."
But it was too late and I knew it.
The look on Yumiya's face said it all.
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