Karl's POV:
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_____________________________________I woke up with a peaceful feeling lacing in my stomach, yawning and stretching slightly before checking the time. Yep, 7, right on schedule, I don't even to set an alarm anymore.
I jumped out of bed to the smell of breakfast, running into my bathroom before climbing into the shower. It was the same perfect routine every morning. Shower, brush teeth, blow dry hair, get changed, paint nails, have breakfast and leave.
So I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, chose out an outfit, blow dried my hair, painted my nails the same colour as my top, put on jewelry, and ran down the stairs.
Alice sat in the living room, shoveling breakfast into her face as she watched my little pony. I smiled warmly and walked over, kissing her forehead and blew a raspberry on her cheek. She shrieked happily, kicking her feet around on the sofa.
That's what I loved so much about Alice, it was so easy to satisfy her. A kiss here, a joke there, and she was happy. It was so enjoyable too, I love her to the bottom of my heart. She wasn't the fussy sort, perhaps a bit sensitive and spoilt, but not spoilt rotten.
I grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped all the chocolate spread that covered her whole face. I then got up and ate breakfast myself, feeling extremely happy. It was a lovely day, and everyone was happy. My mother was whistling a tune under her breath as she made eggs for her and my father.
My mother was a difficult person to please most of the time, except for moments like this. Simple, straightforward tasks she knows how to do. Her brain can relax and so does she, which is why I fully believe her being a joint-ceo at such a high tech company with my father was the wrong call. I hope one day she can retire from that life and pick a job she enjoys rather then income, I'm sure we would be able to manage perfectly fine.
Then my father came down the stairs, straighting out his collar and fixing his watch to he in the perfect position. I immediately stood up, straighting my back and smiling widely at him out of respect.
"Good morning Sir!" I greet him cheerfully.
He nods briskly at me, and strides over to his seat at the table. He was in a good mood.My father might be the most difficult person I know. He was extremely pessimistic, and very peculiar about how the world should be. I don't think we will ever be able to come to an agreement about that, and the only thing in my life that keeps me awake at night is that he will never be able to be fully proud of me, wanting to be a poet and all. That was fine, I still respect him more then any other individual, and I will win as much pride as I can by being perfect.
I hug my mum goodbye, nod firmly at my dad, and kiss Alice's forehead before leaving for school. I walked with a bounce in my step knowing that today will be yet another perfect day. My eyes drift around our beautiful neighbourhood, all front gardens and porches covered in a decent layer of snow, enough to know I should stay inside the cafeteria during lunch to avoid a snowball fight.
I will admit, sometimes it does get tedious, staying so very perfect. Children my age will be praised on end for doing homework, but if I where to miss out on any type of extra credit almost all my teachers would question my health. If there was one kid in the hallway I wouldn't smile at they would assume I hated them, and if there was one extra curricular activity I missed out on for a day they would take it personally.
It was quite alot of pressure.
I shook my head, shocked at the glum thoughts. It was December! The best month of the year! I decided to focus on all great aspects of my life, soon enough to be joined by George, who was especially groggy this morning.
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The Angel's Delinquent
FanfictionKarl is a soft, careful, sweet boy who is renouned for being unbelievably innocent. His life consists of clear lip gloss and nail polish, good grades and designer clothes. He is planning to be a Poet. Sapnap is an extreme menace. He doesn't come fro...