Singing

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I got up from my spot on the floor, going downstairs to make dinner.
It was about four thirty which meant that my conversation with Aphrodite lasted longer than I thought it did.
My other mom, Layla, would be working late tonight so I am going to make dinner.
Some taco seasoning pasta that I found on Pinterest, I don't remember the name.
"Scarlett, you are going to sing until you want to stop." I tell myself, I put on some good Taylor Swift music.
Singing along, must I say I wasn't that bad either.
I had never heard myself sing and I liked the sound of my voice.
I heard the front door creak open but my mind didn't pay attention to it because I was hitting the climax of the song.
"You know your bloodline." A voice states.
I turn around to see a boy wit sun kissed hair with bright blue eyes.
He seemed familiar,"I'm taking that as a yes."

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