Daenerisu runs out of her room still putting her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. As she sprints past the kitchen, her grandfather looks up from his morning coffee. She almost reached the door before he could say anything.
“Hold up! I cooked breakfast, come sit down and eat before you head out for the day.”
With a sigh, she shuts the front door and stomps back to the kitchen. After pulling out her chair and sitting down. She begins swinging her feet as she eats her breakfast, but mostly just pushes the food around on her plate. She keeps shooting glances out the window, noticing the nice day passing outside, and then over in the direction of the front door.
Her grandfather sighs and shakes his head as he tries to prevent a smile from spreading across his face.
“Finish your eggs and toast, then you can go outside. I’ll clean up.”
Startled from the sudden conversation, Daenerisu sits up right and looks at her grandfather. A big smile crosses her face as she shoves the last bit of eggs in her mouth and grabs the toast. “Bye grammmmphhss!” She bolts out the door still chewing on the last bit of her breakfast.
Running, ducking, and diving, Daenerisu runs through the crowd rather ungracefully bumping into people and knocking over the occasional sign board. “Sorry… sorry… sorry!” She hastily picks up signs and bags putting them back where they belong, before bolting off again. As she approaches the park, she glances down an alley and momentarily takes her eyes off the street in front of her. She trips over her own two feet and rolls over a stack of boxes outside of a store front. She notices a bit of blood on her arm and a skinned knee, but it didn’t look like enough to worry about. She was used to those kind of cuts. As she wipes the blood away, she fails to find the source of the cut. Shrugging, she dusts herself off and takes off back towards the park. Arriving, she waves at her friends and rushes over, oblivious to the closing wound on her knee and the fresh, pink skin replacing the scab.
WC: 369
“Hold up! I cooked breakfast, come sit down and eat before you head out for the day.”
With a sigh, she shuts the front door and stomps back to the kitchen. After pulling out her chair and sitting down. She begins swinging her feet as she eats her breakfast, but mostly just pushes the food around on her plate. She keeps shooting glances out the window, noticing the nice day passing outside, and then over in the direction of the front door.
Her grandfather sighs and shakes his head as he tries to prevent a smile from spreading across his face.
“Finish your eggs and toast, then you can go outside. I’ll clean up.”
Startled from the sudden conversation, Daenerisu sits up right and looks at her grandfather. A big smile crosses her face as she shoves the last bit of eggs in her mouth and grabs the toast. “Bye grammmmphhss!” She bolts out the door still chewing on the last bit of her breakfast.
Running, ducking, and diving, Daenerisu runs through the crowd rather ungracefully bumping into people and knocking over the occasional sign board. “Sorry… sorry… sorry!” She hastily picks up signs and bags putting them back where they belong, before bolting off again. As she approaches the park, she glances down an alley and momentarily takes her eyes off the street in front of her. She trips over her own two feet and rolls over a stack of boxes outside of a store front. She notices a bit of blood on her arm and a skinned knee, but it didn’t look like enough to worry about. She was used to those kind of cuts. As she wipes the blood away, she fails to find the source of the cut. Shrugging, she dusts herself off and takes off back towards the park. Arriving, she waves at her friends and rushes over, oblivious to the closing wound on her knee and the fresh, pink skin replacing the scab.
WC: 369