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*Ding Dong Bing Bong!*
The moment the bell had finished peeling, I felt my (e/c) eyes flutter open. Out of all things why was I dreaming about that one time I visited the gate with my friends? I find it weird that most of my dreams are flashbacks of the past. At least I was able to wake up before the dream could continue.
I stretched my arms before sitting onto the bed, cracking my wrists and fingers, which made a crunching sound due to me keeping a same position for the entire night. I could hear Emma telling the kids in her room to get up for breakfast or they would all be late. Noisy Emma.
I finally got out of bed after dedicating some seconds to stretching my back, knees and ankles and changed into my uniform. Buttoning my white shirt and tucking it into my white, pleated skirt.
I stared at the ID number '72194' stamped on my neck as I combed my soft, shiny hair. I've always been proud of my hair routine. I put my (h/c) hair into a (preferred choice of hairstyle) and then sat on the ground to put on my brown boots, zipping them up and tying the laces as best as I could.
I noticed Jemima running towards me. "(Y/N)! Good morning big sis!" The brown-skinned child exclaimed. "Slept well?"
Most of the kids had considered me the 'Big Sister of Gracefield' due to being the eldest female in the house, my loving, caring character and the fact I'm good with kids. I never failed to make them laugh. I'm not really sure why this role was given to me specifically but since it was, I go along with it to see the children smile.
At least they didn't have to feel what I felt on the daily.
"Morning, my dear", I smiled. "My sleep was okay" I lied, trying to get the dream I had out of I mind. "What about you, Jemmy? Did you sleep alright?"
Jemima grinned, "I slept just like a baby!" she giggled.
"That's nice to know. Now, lets go for breakfast. We don't want to be late!"I propped the little girl on my shoulders, giving her a piggy-back ride on the way to breakfast.
As my young companion and I descended down the stairs, we ran into Emma, my best female friend. The short haired girl was carrying a four year old, Phil. "Morning (Y/N)!" Emma said in a sing-song voice.
"Morning, Ems. Say, how have you got so much energy this early in the day?" I sighed, aware of the fact I could never match up to my friend's unlimited hyperness.
