Serenity Goldstein,
Living in a tower for 16 years was always quite boring, but there was her mother Noah, and her little bird friend Spook.
She was always curious about what usually went on outside of the tower but that never stopped her from going...
In the tall castle, a small pink and yellowish bird was flapping its wings in a hurry trying to find a good place to hide, hearing footsteps it panicked and hid under a flower pot.
Just a few minutes later a now older serenity opened the window to look for the bird "Hmm" she hummed as she looked under the flower plot to see a familiar yellowish feather, she pushed back her blond hair "Oh I wonder where spook could have possibly gone to" she walked off pretending she didn't see the bird.
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Thinking he was safe, he popped out of the flower pot and chirped in pride, that was before a blond hair wiped out of nowhere grabbing the bird's leg and yanking him upside down "Gotcha!" She said spooking him with her popping upside down the window making Spook startled before realizing he was tricked by the freckled face girl.
"So that's 20 wins for me" She got down from the ceiling sitting up straight and got the hair out of his leg making him sit on the porch of the window "How bout making it 21 out of 35" putting her hands on her hips she asked her little bird friend only for him to put a frown face,
"Ok," rolling her eyes sitting down on the porch "Well what do you wanna do?", smiling up she pointed his wings over the cave looking at serenity with anticipation, she chuckled as she grabbed Spook sitting him down on her lap "yeah, I don't think so I like it in here and so do you".
The pink and yellow bird gave an unamused look and stuck his tongue out at her "Oh come on spooky" she said edging the bird to try and be positive, picking him up and coming down from the window "It's not as bad as you think".
She then ran back to the tower her long hair following her in the door, now as she started her usual morning routine, she climbed up and opened up the lighting, swept the floor making sure her hair didn't get dust, polished the floor, dust the floors and candles, looking at the clock it around 7:15 am she huffs.
No matter, she could read the books her mother got for her in a village, once she finished up she'd climb up the ceiling using her hair to dangle herself in the ceiling to paint in her gallery if that doesn't cure her boredom maybe she'll play guitar, do some netting or bake a pie.
She took the pie out of the oven as Spook tried to take some bite out of it dodging every time the bird came swooping down, after eating her lunch she played some puzzles, learned how to throw darts, and more baking sweets, made paper Mâché, do some ballet (even though her hair wraps her up like a mummy) play some chest with spook.
Making some pottery, doing ventriloquism, candle making, doing some stretching, maybe doing a little bit of sketching, doing some climbing on her hair, sewing a dress (spook was not happy), reading the same books she read before already bored of her mind, try and find some room for her painting.
Not a long while later she brushed her hair till she was on top of the ceiling sitting on the wood she finally was down the last hairpiece as she laid back on the wall with a tired look, when she was done she went out the window and looked out the sky.
