Chapter 1: With after-parties, birthdays become a fight for survival
Ruan Muchou had begun to feel like she should lie about when her birthday is.
After coming back home from secretly going out to the river in the forest behind her house, she had wanted to bathe and read a book with a tub of ice cream afterwards, but alas, she made it halfway through her wishes. As she was finishing up getting ready to get out of the bath, there was a loud knock at the door which startled her so badly, she slipped and her naked body fell face first against the hard floor. Needless to say, her nose definitely made a cracking noise.
"Pardon me Young Mistress, but it's time to start choosing your robes for the celebration." said Tian Xenya
"Alright, I will be out in a bit." replied Ruan Muchou. She felt like crying without tears when she was reminded of her birthday celebration. 'I hate people. I hate crowds. I hate loud noises. My nose is definitely broken and I'm still going to be forced to entertain the guests.' cried Ruan Muchou internally.
She was just about to go read the new novel she had bought from the bookstore while sneaking a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the kitchen, only to find out the world had it in for her. 'What torture mine world hath put me through! Shall I never know what Xiao Zhuang went through in her search for her family and the truth? WHAT ABOUT THE ICE CREAM?! Oh you poor poor tub of delicious delicacy.' If the people around her could hear her thoughts, they'd probably want to strangle her.
So as she got out of the bathtub and put on her robe and slippers, a chilling frown graced her otherwise adorable face making the servant wonder why she was in such a bad mood as she led her mistress through the courtyard and into her room. As soon as Ruan Muchou got to her bed, she flopped on it and was thrown back into the air at least twice. 'Yes, this bed, is the best bed. Would be better if I had a tub of ice cream though.' she thought as she smacked her lips together creeping the servant girl out.
"Here are the robes, Young Mistress. Please choose which one you will wear." said Tian Xenya as she laid two sets of robes on the huge azure-colored bed. The one on the left was red and gold with a lotus and a blue morpho butterfly embroidered on the sleeve. The one on the right was a light blue robe with silver-colored cherry blossoms and another blue butterfly. Looking at both robes, she decided on the light blue one as she's never really liked the color gold. So after putting on the robe and combing through her long jet black hair, she was led to the main courtyard where her mother was waiting.
"Aiyaa girl, today you turn 13 and you are starting to look more and more like your mother. What am I to do when Sun Chang comes with his father and proposes an engage-" "Revolting! I will vomit there and then should this happen in front of me with no regards to face." Despite the fact that Sun Cheng was the most handsomest boy she's ever seen, she'd only ever ship him with other girls. Not to mention, she had a dirty hobby of shipping chrysanthemums together as well. (Aish, we're both going to hell.) "Alright, I know, I know. Why can't you be more like your brother in this aspect?" sighed her mother as she thought of how she would die without hope of a grandchild if it wasn't for her son. "Don't worry I won't set you up with suitors unless you want me to, but now it's time to go and receive the guests for your birthday" said her mom "oh yes, if I find out you didn't entertain the guests well enough, I will sing you a birthday song" reminded her mom while looking at her with a devilish smile. All of a sudden, fear struck her as it dawned on Ruan Muchou that she must become an acceptable hostess or the devil will sing her a demonic tune after the party. She must survive this ordeal! But then, with an increasing blackened face and a feeling of impending doom, she realized an acceptable hostess must interact with the guests... Social interaction - the bane of bookworms with no life and other fantastical beasts.
All of a sudden, she must make a choice between torture from demonic tunes and slow death by interaction.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Lunara
Lunara So, I guess this is the first chapter. Kind of think it could've gone a whole lot better and feel as if the current plot (or at least this chapter) feels a little too distant. Any suggestions on how to improve it are welcome. Of course other comments are too! ?
Here's another two (sarcastic) "jokes". Enjoy!
-You might love your life, but I think it just wants to be friends.
- Strong people don't put others down. They pick them up...and slam them on the ground.
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