The rising sun brought it's fateful rays upon the Bluefield estate that morning. Brea was waiting patiently for Addilyn in an old rocking chair on the front porch. In contrast, Addilyn was still only barely rolling out of bed. It seemed everyone else in the house was awake at the crack of dawn. Blaise sat at the table eating cheerios when Addilyn finally convinced herself to go downstairs. She greeted Blaise with a goofy grin.
"Good morning." Blaise shook his head, suppressing a laugh.
"Look who's finally awake."
"It's only 7:30!" Feigning annoyance, Blaise stood up to get Addilyn a bowl.
"To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. And to be late is... well you get the idea. At least that's how Brea works. Timing is everything with her."
"I'd better hurry up then."
A/N:
Sorry it's taken me forever to post this! Don't worry, I'm not dead!! I know this chapter is extremely short but I'm going to be publishing quite a few chapters in the next couple days. Thank you so much to those who have voted, commented, or even just read my story!! It means so much!!
-21sparklebird
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Through the Painting
Fantasy"Her eyes widen as she looks up. In front of her is a painting. It is a bold array of colors that shift and ebb like the ocean. None of the passerby around her seem aware of it. Carefully, Addilyn steps off the edge of the street and into the painti...
