Okay. I don't really know what to write about, so just go along with me in this story.
Prologe:
The sun rised at dawn, flushing her with sunlight. Her eyes fluttered open, as she knew today would be the day she started her eventful quest of conquering, and destroying. Gracefully striding out of her sleeping quarters, her proceeded to walk and fall down the stairs. Not so gracefully, might I add.
Today was the day she was leaving for war (not really). She was drafted in the end of July (why is she being so melodramatic?). Her brother was drafted at a young age and got out of the hellhole, but she wasn't sure if she could make it (Jesus Christ, get on with it).
School was starting.
Whilst laying on that floor, she soon realized the TWO war references she made and mentally congradulated herself. Picking herself up off the floor, she waddled into the kitchen, grabbing waffles out of the freezer. "God damn, I love waffles," she mumbled to the frozen pieces of solid pleasure in her hand. She forcefully placed the waffles in the toaster and pulled down lever down. "Now, it's time to face your doom, youngens of the waffle kingdom. Prepare yourselves, for death itself."
As the waffles fought during their final battle, the girl grabbed butter and syrup.
"Praise the almighty butter, to preserve the dead while I eat their carcasses. Wait, what?"
Surprised at what she said, a look of confusion crossed her face. Oh well. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 7:01. Well, she thought, I'm probably going to miss the bus, but these waffles musn't wait. She cut and buttered her waffles poorly, becuase as much as she wanted to say she didn't care about being late, she really did.
"Waffle-o, Waffle-o, wherefore art thou, Waffle-o. I wilt stop eating these magnificent waffles,but until then, I shall continue."
After her waffles were devoured, she got dressed and and hugged her mother before she left. "Goodbye, mother," she said. "If I do not return in," she paused, counting the hours on her hands, "Eight, nine, ten, eleven, one, two, SIX hours, send a search party." She walked out the door, across the street, and to her bus stop.
"How was your moring?" her neighbor asked.
"Alright," she answered. "Just had some quick Shakespearean in the Kitchen. Thou shouldst try Shakespeare someday."
On that note, the bus arrived, sending the soldiers off to war in a somewhat forgien land.
