(Oh...sorry! I didn't see the rest of your post. I'll start, if you want. How's this?)Aislinn:
Three, two, one...
Beep, beep, beep. My alarm clock.
I get out of bed, turning it off and rubbing my eyes. I was wearing the same blue pajamas I always wore. I go through the usual routine of brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and doing my hair. As I head down the stairs, I can't help but sigh. Everything is the same here in this town, even me. I stop that thought. No--this is best. I just need to focus on getting good grades, not dream about fantasy worlds.
With that, I swallow a quick breakfast (health bar as usual, and same flavor too) and start walking to the bus stop.Mag:
People say I'm different, and they're not wrong there. However, like all self-respecting women, I never burn a meal, nor do I serve it cold.
Which is exactly why Tucker has me agitated this morning.
"You better get down here, you little fool!" I shout up the stairs, already ticked off that the eggs are cold, and the potatoes--nearly burned them for a second there, but I saved them. I almost smile at myself. Years ago, I would have laughed at me running around like a housewife, but--let's just say it comes with benefits
"Tucker! Don't make me yank you down the stairs!"
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?