Mihari was in her room at night, she was lazily reading through the pages of a book she got a while ago. In the cover read Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury, along with a rather cartoon-ish looking rocket. She had received the book as a gift, to be honest, since she wasn't really good with the sci-fi genre, but she had a rule to read any book someone gifted her, as not to be rude. Though, Mihari most of timesread any book she liked in quite a short time, but with this one, which she felt more like a chore than recreative reading, she was taking so much time that she wished she would take this much time when reading her favourite books. [B]".... I ain't understanding half of the terminology here!"[/B] She said in a frustrated tone. She decided to give up and continue some other day. She throws the book and it lands on top of her bed, perfectly safe. [B]"Yay!"[/B] She celebrates with an slight lazy tone to it. 

She hears a knock on her door. It is her mom, who tells her to head to bed, since she has school tomorrow. 

Though not upset or anything, her lazy tone made her mom angry. [B]"I know mom, I know. I've been doing the same thing for 3 years now. Pretty much know the drill."[/B] Her accent and her mom's accent sound almost identical, just that her mom's even heavier, if that is at all possible, though. Mihari wonders if hers would have gotten like that if she had stayed in Sakai City. Not that it would have gotten in the way of her singing, but it was already hard to deal with some guys with how it is, heavier would have meant doom for her.

Her mother scols Mihari for answering her in such a tone, and even though Mihari isn't sure fo what she did to make her mother get angry at her, she just goes along with it and tells her that it won't happen again. 

Now, that she is left alone with her thoughts, she starts thinking, will she be in the same classroom as her friends she made last year? She half hoped so and half hoped she was put in another. Not because her friends were bad or anything, just because it would be fun to get to know new people. With those thoughts in her mind, she decided to go to sleep. Mihari felt somewhat anxious, to be honest, but she felt that today she would sleep like a baby and she wouldn't wake up until the next morning, she at least hoped that her nervousness would let her do that. 

She changed into her pajamas, which she should have overgrown a while ago, but still fit her perfectly. She now felt discouraged. When did she stop growing? She now just wanted to get some sleep and forget about her pajamas, so she took her nightcap and put it over her head and, in a reflex, she also put her thumb in her mouth. [I]'Ugh... I gotta stop doing that. I look more like a kid when I do it.[/I] She thought, but she didn't take her thumb off of her mouth. She seemed way younger than she was like that. It bugged her. A lot. [B]"I shoulda start with buyin' some new pajamas. I doubt they have any nightgowns in my size, though."[/B] She just felt deppressed now, so she decided to sleep and forget about it. 

After turning the lights off, she threw herself on top of her bed. She took her pillow and, instead of using it to rest her head, she hugged it. Now, she indeed looked like a child, replacing an stuffed animal with the pillow.