Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day IX Hour 10

The fresh morning air smelt clean, and was sneaking out and about in my small room. The sun lit my room very brightly. The smell took me out of my sleep, I got up and looked out my window. The sun was bright and a lot of people in our neighborhood were doing outside activities. I went into the bathroom and prepared myself a ink bath. I stripped out of my pjs, and tied a towel around me. I tuck in the corner for the towel to stay on and did my usual morning routine. I made sure the door was locked for privacy, taking off the towel. I dipped into the ink bath and sat there. I closed my eyes, thinking about that dream I had with Callie in it. It really stuck like glue how Callie said, "Have you ever thought that your here for a reason!?" And, how she said it to me too, really hurts. Did I always had a dream with her in it for a reason? I mean, it would make sense. It doesn't come often, but handy times I guess. My brain had to bring up a memory to haunt me. Another memory after I moved in.

I finally thought that everything was okay that day. We were closer each by the day. Well me and Callie were starting to get along. She stuttered around me, but I was patient. At least she talked to me. We would go outside and draw. Grandpa still talked strictly to me, like he was disgusted by my existence. Callie however, it was like she was starting to warm up. Anyway that day, Grandpa got me and Callie all excited to go out to a very fancy restaurant, and we were lucky enough to get into. We had to dress fancy. I didn't really have fancy clothes, but I wore a plain black dress with white tights. For a pop of color, I had green shoes that matched my ink. Callie however, she wore this kind of like poofy pink and white dress. She had black flats on. She curled her tentacles and wore a clip on rose on her head. Grandpa actually dressed fancy too. A navy blue tuxedo with a black tie. He took off his hat and actually wore shoes. "Ready squiddos?" He beamed at us. "SHOTGUN!" Callie screams from the top of her lungs. We hurried to the car and buckled each other in. Grandpa came into the car, hiding something under his chair. I didn't bother, Grandpa opened the garage and back out in his car, he shuts it and we drive off. Excitedly I looked out my window seeing everyone in our mansion neighborhood. It was a pretty extended ride to get to the fancy restaurant. We parked in one of the front parking spaces in the handicap. "Callie, just walk inside, I need to talk to Marie," Grandpa said seriously. Callie nod and exited in the car to walk by the entrance. Me and Grandpa watched Callie go inside. Grandpa's head whipped to face me. "You're gonna have to stay in the car," he said. "Wait, w-what?" My voice cracks, I shake. "I'm afraid you have to stay in the car," he said louder, and more annoyed. "Grandpa..." Grandpa interrupts me. "Do I make myself clear?" He raises his eyebrows, he started to sound like father, just even worse. "Okay," I mumbled, I was forcing tears to not come and crawl out. "I packed you things in your backpack, there's a sandwich and a newly bought notebook," He throws my backpack to me, and he gets out of the car and storms into the restaurant. I unbuckle myself, rummaging through my backpack. I take the sandwich out of my backpack. It was a peanut butter jelly sandwich, I never liked those. But I have to eat what I have to eat. I grab it out of it zip lock bag, then I blankly stared at it. My tears stealthily stormed down my cheeks, I took a bite of the sandwich. The jelly made it too sweet. The worst of all, it was blackberry jam. I wanted to spit it out, all over Grandpa's car. I would've been dead before I could of said carp. I had to chow it down, I don't think he'd want me to starve. Unless... he wanted me to.

I went to grab this new notebook he supposedly gifted to me. I grab it. It was a pure white notebook, the bottom half was a tealish gray ocean. It was a bit plain, I was kind of shocked that Grandpa ever thought to buy me something. I open it up, they were all blank, perfect for me to put whatever I want. I never thought what to put on the very first page. So I just drew me, and my new family. It was well drawn, for a younger me. Grandpa in the middle, Callie on the left, me on the right. I first draw Callie. I made sure I got her hair part right. I had her tentacles just hanging almost to her feet now. She had the brightest smile. I made sure to put that too. Her clothes I drew on her were the things her style was. A pastel pink flowly tank top. She would put shorts over leggings with boots. I drew Grandpa in his weirdly fashion. His weird shall with patches and his shorts. He wore his captain hat proudly on his head. However, his face in the drawing look so accurate. I drew him growling at the person who gazes upon lookin at the picture. Finally I drew me. I drew me really good, like the other two. I put myself in my favorite clothing I would always wear. A navy blue overall dress that was a bit pleaded. A black and white stripe t-shirt under it. I wore black tights under the dress with brown flats. While Callie and Grandpa had their perfect emotion, I left me with a blank expression. I was the dullest one in the Squidbeak family. I looked to see if he brought my color pencils, he did. Maybe he doesn't completely hate me after all.

I started coloring the order I drew us. Of course Callie was first. I made sure I got the brightest colors for her. She was really beautiful as a kid and now. I wish I was her all the time. I was on point, it was kinda freaky, but it's fine. I was halfway done with Grandpa, but then I didn't have the good drawing vibes to draw. I neatly put my color pencils exactly how they were when I opened them. I slip the color pencils into my bag, I couldn't stop staring at my picture. It was accurate, too accurate. I turned to see the sunset setting for the night sky to arrive. My favorite part of any day was to watch the sunsets. Especially, the sky. Painted with the most warm colors like yellow, orange, pink, mixed with colder colors, purple and blue. I watch it from the small window in the back seat. But that day, I wasn't interested. I turn back to my notebook. I open to a second page. I wrote a poem. (This isn't my poem I made up Yeah kind of boring because I'm not that creative... but this one is gooood)

These wet rocks where the tide has been
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore
No place to dream, but a place to die,-
The bottom of the sea once more

There was a child that wandered through
A giant's empty house all day
House full of wonderful things and new
But no fit for a child to play.

I finished the poem, Callie and Grandpa suddenly rushed out of the restaurant. They dashed into the car. "Uh... you guys had fun?" I questioned with concern. "...Yeah we did!" Callie smiles at me. I hurriedly close my notebook and shove it into my bag and buckled myself. "STEP ON THEM PEDALS GRAMPS!" Callie screams with laughter. Grandpa backed out, I saw three angry men chasing our car. "Whoa! What did you guys do?" I watch the trio chase us. "Just did a tiny prank," Grandpa sums it up. "He pretended to have a stroke so he didn't have to pay," Callie snorts. I shake my head at them. We got home, the men didn't chase us, better yet the police didn't either.

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I guess that day ended well funny I guess. I unplugged the tub and got up. I dried myself with the towel. I faced my reflection in the mirror, doing my makeup. Some mascara and a bit of blush. I grab both of my tentacles and tied them in my signature side bow. I wanted to go out for the day, it just looked so nice. I got the idea to curl my tentacles. I charge the curling iron, waiting for it to warm up. While it was warming up, I picked out my outfit. It was a green dress, but it showed a bit too much, I put my white buttoned up shirt under. I grabbed black knee high socks and some brown flats. I throw them on, fixing it. The curling iron was ready, I walked back into the bathroom and curled my gray and green tentacles. They bounced when I walked. I wink at myself because I thought I looked cute. I grabbed my backpack that I use for a "purse", and my green sun parasol. I threw my phone into the backpack, I jumped out my house and did the code to leave the gates. I open up my parasol and walked to the station, going to Inkopolis. The station was slow today, some of the trains were malfunctioning. I had to wait for the second for the second train, which was 12 minutes. I sigh, closing my parasol shut. I sat on the benches, observing everyone.