"She's loves it! She likes the attention..." Her father smirked.

"I do not! It's just something that happens!" Nycot retorted, trying to stay civil.

"You don't always need to be late for everything!" Her mother snapped again, from another room.

"It shows a lack of respect!" Her father joined in.

"Ugh... as if..." Nycto rolled her eyes. "I'm ready." She called a little louder so her parents could hear.

Her mother stopped in teh doorway and looked her over... "Why don't you dress up a little?" Her mother suggested cautiously, thinking how irritable her daughter could get.

"It's just ice skating." Nycto replied, unconvinced.

"Well, at least fix your hair." Her mother told her a little more sternly.

Nycto was about to rebutt her, but then she sighed and went back into the room. Grabbing a brush, she ran it over the top of her head, not even untying it. At least the frizzy bits were down...

*~*~*~*

"So, what's this youth group for?" Scott asked Diana as they left the car park and headed for the ice rink.

"I dunno... Christy?" Diana turned to the tanned, brunette girl.

"It's like a church group or something..." Christy shrugged.

"Church group?" Clint asked skeptically. Scott made a face that wasn't happy.

"Yah. Nycto seems to like it." Christy shrugged, feeling a little uneasy. She hoped this wasn't going

to suck.

*~*~*~*