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wendy | Annette | blue Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.
The early morning air was chilled, ghost's exhaled passed her lips as she breathed, her shoes pounding rhythmically under as her legs pumped her forward into a jog. Music rumbled from the buds in her ears, her dark hair tied into a high ponytail, swishing with each bouncing step. Sweat coated her pale skin, black tank top and shorts clothed her lithe body. When she reached the top of the hill, she came to a halt; pressing two fingers to her neck, counting out her pulse. After figuring out her heart rate, she walked back to her house; stretching out her limbs as she did. She pushed open the screen door, a smile curling up on her lips when she spotted a fit, burly and older man was standing in the kitchen, a an apron on that had "I am Marine, Hear me roar" stenciled in on the front. He was flipping out pancakes onto a plate, his blond buzzed cut hair haloed around his head.
"Hey papa, making carbs again," Wendy remarked, kissing her father's cheek on her way to the fridge. He turned and smiled at her, his strong and handsome face wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. He was still impressive man in his late forties, standing at an impressive six foot four; still fit and with the air of a wizened warrior that only a few people can keep over the years. Alysia yanked the fridge open and bent over, a frown deepening on her lips when she saw how empty it was. She was glad though when she saw that there was in fact some water bottles in the back behind a jar of pickles.
"You got to go shopping ya know, I know your use to eating rations, but civilians eat stuff almost everyday," she joked, taking out a bottle and twisting off the top before taking a swig. He chuckled and stuck his tongue out at her, handing her a plate with a steaming pile of pancakes on it, throwing on a couple of pieces of bacon for measure. She plopped into a chair and tucked into her food with vigor, chewing quickly.
"So, where ya headed today, kiddo," her dad asked, throwing some food on another plate and sitting down across from Wendy at the table. She quickly finished her food and winked at her father's gaping mouth as he mumbled, "how you always eat your food so fast, I'll never know."
"I'm going to head to the mall and pick up some new clothes, I need something recent to wear to school," she wiped at her mouth with a napkin and stood up, patting him on the shoulder, padding up the stairs and into the shower. She washed and got dressed fast, only stopping a minute to put some make-up, circling her bright blue eyes with dark eyeliner and rimming her lashes with mascara. She batted her curled lashes at her reflection, and strode out the bathroom, running her fingers through her long hair. Her father was washing the dishes, glancing up at her, before giving her a double take. He arched a brow at her, than shook his head at her.
"Try to beat the guys off with a stick for me," he said over his shoulder, tilting his head out to catch the kiss she planted on his cheek, "and be careful out there. Love ya, kid."
"Always. Love you too," she waved and headed out the door, pulling out her car keys; she ran her fingers over the hood of her dark blue fixed up, 1970 Dodge Charger, immensely happy that she could finally drive it after all the work she had put into it. She opened the car door, sliding into the driver's side and put the key in, turning it in the ignition. The muscle car roared to life before settling into a dulcet purr. A brilliant grin spread across her lips and she put the car into gear; driving forward, heading towards the mall.
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