Always want to play…
+AMELIA GRACE KNIGHT+
The tweeting of the alarm clock obnoxiously hummed in Amelia‘s ears. She groaned and turned over, lifting the covers over her head. Her eyes squeezed shut. Despite her attempts to shut it out, the noise continued to blare through. She gave up, ripping the covers off her head, throwing the linens to the floor and rolled (quite literally) off her bed. Amelia yawned as she made her way across her room, turning the bothersome object off.
She began her usual morning routine; shower, change, eat. Water from her damp hair soaked the back of her shirt, but she did nothing.
Amelia looked around the kitchen. She went to the refrigerator, which was covered with Amelia’s artwork, noticing a note stuck on it.
Her mother and father were off again. This wasn‘t unusual. They did research which required them to leave the house for weeks, sometimes even months. But she was used to being alone, it did not bother her in the least bit.
Thanks for telling me… Her fingers ran through her hair as she walked outside with a bagel in her hands. She went to the mailbox, flipping through the mail. She stopped at a few letters reading the last name “Cooks.“
Well that sure as hell isn’t us…lazy a** mailman. Why should I do his job for him?!
Despite her frustration, she followed the address, making her way down the street. She stopped, realizing this was exactly where she saw the wolf last night.
She read the last name once more.
Cooks? That’s a funky name.
She walked up the steps and knocked on the door loudly, her arms crossed at her chest with an irritated look. She had little sympathy.
But you never want to loose.
It's ok ^-^ || 