"I am one of those melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it!", --Basketcase, Green Day
Highlight: In Which She Eats Coffee
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I swept the remains of the broken glass into the dustpan.
Luke had long left the house, seeing as I was about to burst from annoyance. Which was probably a good decision on his part, because I might've had an attack of emotions.
Or something like that.
If you're wondering about Lucifer, yes, though Luke wasn't here anymore, he decided to play coward and hide in my room.
....judging from his whimpers and the direction of where he was scampering off to earlier.
If you weren't wondering, well, you should've wondered.
Wonder is one of the few things in life that hold beauty and somehow, innocence.
I seem to have an issue with innocence.
Stupid Barbie dolls.
Ehem.
Never mind. Not the time to think about that.
I'm just going to have a peaceful dinner.
As peaceful as it can get, honestly.
After eating, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed to my room.
I curled into a ball in a sleeping bag. I don't want to sleep on my bed yet.
It feels too surreal, too alone.
Lucifer padded out from under the bed, and squeezed in the sleeping bag. His furry tail, brushed against my face, then curled around my arm as he settled beside me.
His warmth made me smile.
Sure he was quite a devil at times, but at least he cared enough to comfort me when I was down.
I closed my eyes, and let my dreams take over.
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When I woke, the sun wasn't up yet. I figured it was about early morning. It was a bit cold, which was just about the perfect weather for me.
Lucifer was still curled up into a ball. Pretty sure he doesn't want a wake up call.
Guess it rained. Oh, well.
Time to go for a jog.
Due to some habits in my old school, I'm used to lots of exercise. My old school was composed of nearly just athletes, save for the very few and the teachers.
I wore a sports bra, a jacket over it and a white skirt. Well, I'm too lazy to try to look for spandex. Besides, it's until my knee. I'm safe.
Dancing also takes up a lot of stamina, especially if you're training for the nationals. There are only two 5-minute breaks. There's a lunch break, but it's not exactly satisfying.
I'll spare you all the gory details on that.
There's a certain weight we have to go by in our team, and if you can't follow it, you're either demoted or kicked out.
I listened to Green Day while passing by the store I brought from yesterday.
Note to self: That store is bad luck. Never pass by it again.
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