I wake up and I'm wet. perfect way to start the morning Emil! Good job. I forgot to close my window beside my bed and it starts to poor. lovely.
I walk through my tattered white hallway into the messy kitchen. Where I live, being clean doesn't seem to be a big deal. But I can't stand it. I start scrubbing old pans with a sponge with brown and white marks. Then I load up the dishwasher with plenty of soap, turn it on, then I let it do it's job while I grab some Cheerios and fill the bowl over the top. I go to sit down, but I give up on that idea.
While I'm walking outside with my Cheerios in my duck pajamas, my dog Humphrey tries to catch up with his little, stubby feet. He manages to get beside me while I walk to the shed to see my aunt. My aunt is an artist so she says. She sells paintings at the local market for a living. apparently it's her destiny.
What is mine?
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AdventureA story of a boy named Emil who struggles to find his destiny. He leaves home on his bike with a bag slung over his back, travels further than he has ever been to answer one question. "Who am I?"
