Dragonborn (need a good title)

Chapter 3

So I know that there’s a huge stink about my stories not being posted on a regular basis, but I’m sorry. I just got the last parts of my stories off the internet and have only just had the time to start writing again. Technically, I don’t have the time. I’m taking the time lol. But anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I’ve been thinking about you, and am really happy to get started on my creative writings again. Also, there's a pic of Astrid over there. So without anymore irate conversation from the woman who loves to talk, here’s the newest chapter of Dragonborn.

I woke up before my alarm went off. I looked at the almost worthless piece of technology. 6:43 am. I didn’t have to be up until 8. I turned off the alarm and shook my head and sighed at my body’s awful internal clock. I don’t sleep very well to begin with. I have this bad habit of having nightmares that I can never remember that wake me up frequently throughout the night. This morning though, I was pretty well rested.

I laid in bed, going over my list of things to do. I needed to make breakfast for the girls, make sure they had their itinerary for the time I was going to be out, which included but was not limited to: checking the greenhouse, cleaning the pool, feeding and cleaning the animals, cleaning the tree house, and cleaning their rooms as well as messes they may have made around the house. I know it seems like a long list, but it’s fairly easy when split between four fast, young girls. And then when I get off work, we go to our classes at the gym.

Our parents had made a huge donation to a now very well off gym, and in kind, the owners gave them and their family lifetime memberships. We always went on Saturday. Celeste and I had Moi Thai classes, while Luna, Astrid, and Artemis had their dance class from 1pm-3pm, then we switched as the younger learners went to the Moi Thai class and the older students went to their dance class from 3:30pm-5:30pm, and then we cooled off by swimming in the indoor pool the gym owned. It was refreshing to be able to work our bodies without having students look at us funny, or have teachers try to recruit us to the various sports teams.

My mind wandered, and soon the sound of music and automated cheering reached my ears, along with the angry denial that came with losing. Looks like Astrid challenged Luna to DDR. Sleepily, I stretched, arching my back off of the mattress, I do love a healthy stretch, and stopped, mid-exhale. I stared down at my chest in mild astonishment. My breasts must have grown another cup and a half since I last looked at them, which was last night in the shower. Something was very wrong under the blanket.

I lifted the edge of my comforter to peer under and was simultaneously annoyed and relieved that it was only my sister’s hamster resting between my large breasts, adding an extra cup size to the already large masses. I shook my head and scooped him up, sticking him on the nearest unoccupied pillow, and got up to go downstairs.

My feet padded soundlessly on the carpet as I descended the stairs and rounded the corner to the hallway. I walked into the living room just was Astrid belted out that Luna was cheating. Luna shrugged and left her dance pad to sit on the couch. To the untrained eye, she looked very nonchalant, but we all knew that she was extremely ticked. Astrid though, true to her form, continued to rant. I personally don’t see how anyone can cheat at Dance Dance Revolution, but what do I know?

I moved silently to the now unoccupied silicon dance pad and entered what song I wanted and the level difficulty. I’ve mastered the game, so I proudly play on the hardest level I’ve unlocked. Astrid knew the drill. She did the same thing, and we waited while the game loaded. I rubbed sleep from my eye and stretched once more as the opening to the song came on. Instantly, my side of the screen was flooded with arrows.

My feet moved quickly and easily over the dance pad. Now, Astrid is no amateur, not by a long shot, but I was still far better than she. After three rounds of annihilation, I stepped off of the dance pad and went into the kitchen to get breakfast ready.