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[sup][b][color=wheat]LOCATION -[/color][/b] Home → Main Street
[b][color=wheat]INTERACTING WITH -[/color][/b] [b][color=f9ad81]Her dad[/color][/b] → [b][color=7fff00]Erik[/color] [/b]& [b][color=cyan]Cass[/color] [/b]via text ([@Lovely Complex] [@Nallore])[/sup]
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When Aaliya woke up that morning, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself laying on her bed for once. Her hands were clean, and there was no sign of paint or paper scattered around her room, her easel untouched. Still laying on her bed, with one leg hanging off the side and her left arm tucked under her pillow, she rubbed the centre of her forehead as a way to wake herself up from her groggy state.

It had been a few days since she had been suffering from an illness. Aaliya was surprised when she found herself unable to get out of bed for school on Thursday. As soon as she told her mother she went right back to sleep, dead to the world and unable to see her mother's reaction. The next morning, she fully intended to skip school but was horrified to find herself waking up in her pyjamas at the school's art club room. It was a complete mystery [i]how[/i] she had managed to sleepwalk all the way to school without getting caught, but to sneak into school just to sketch? Aaliya definitely took her hobby way too seriously.

And you know what's worse than having to walk back home without any shoes on at the brink of dawn? Aaliya wasn't able to skip school that day either.

Aaliya reluctantly sat up on her bed, cringing as she felt a dull ache in her shoulder from the position she'd woken up in. Whilst rotating her arm to ease the pain, Aaliya reached over to the bedside table, scrambling around till her fingers could curl around the edges of her phone.

No texts.

Aaliya's eyes closed at the sudden brightness, and she let out a groan as she tossed the device against the bed carelessly. At that moment, she heard her father shouting for her to wake up from the kitchen. [color=wheat][b]"I guess I can't sleep in today."[/b][/color] Though Aaliya didn't sound too disappointed by the thought. She had enough rest the last few days, and she felt perfectly fine without needing to rest some more. She slid out of bed, taking care not to get her feet tangled in her discarded blankets before disappearing into the bathroom opposite her bedroom.

Leaving only when she was feeling refreshed from a quick shower and dressed in recently washed clothes, Aaliya graced her parents with her presence downstairs in the kitchen. For once Aaliya wasn't being talked to while she was busy gathering her favourite cereal and bowl for breakfast. [color=wheat][b]"Are we holding a moment of silence for somebody?"[/b][/color]

Her comment was enough for her father to look at her from above the newspaper. [color=f9ad81][b]"Funny. If you used that energy of yours to actually read what I have in my hand, there would be no reason for such comments."[/b][/color]

[color=wheat][b]"Oh come on, even if I did read it you'll be telling me about it anyway."[/b][/color] She said while shovelling bits of her breakfast into her mouth like a starved animal. Her father's eyes narrowed at the sight, but Aaliya couldn't see the rest of his expression hidden behind the newspaper sheet. She took a moment to read the headliner on the front page, eyebrow cocked as she briefly scanned through the article, or as much as she could while her father held it up in front of her. [color=wheat][b]"What's this about a storm?"[/b][/color] Aaliya gestured towards the article with her spoon, still chewing.

Her father folded the newspaper, setting it down in front of him so Aaliya could reach out for it if she wished. [color=f9ad81][b]"It's going to be big, I think. Have you heard of all the weird things going on in town lately?"[/b][/color]

[color=wheat][b]"A little here and there, but not much, I've been sick for the last few days y'know."[/b][/color]

[color=f9ad81][b]"Well, I heard that all the glass in high street shattered this morning,"[/b][/color]

Interested, Aaliya leaned in closer, [color=wheat][b]"Really? How?"[/b][/color]

Her father replied with a shrug, [color=f9ad81][b]"There's no way to tell yet. Though all this is probably because of the storm coming up."[/b][/color] He then stod up, taking his mug with him towards the half-filled coffee pot to pour himself another serving, [color=f9ad81][b]"Why don't you go to town and help out? There's sure to be something you can do to be useful."[/b][/color] He suggested. [color=f9ad81][b]"I would see if I could, but I have to prepare for work tomorrow."[/b][/color] Aaliya's eyes narrowed slightly as her father drank his coffee before disappearing down the hall without waiting for a response.

Aaliya finished what was left of her breakfast, chewing thoughtfully before standing up to set her used bowl in the dishwasher. She was sure her father just wanted to avoid leaving the house today, making up some excuse and leaving her alone before she cold call him out on it. Pulling out her phone from her jean pocket, she scrolled through her contacts list for two names.

[quote][color=7fff00][b]Erik[/b][/color]
[indent]U gonna be busy today? im probably gonna go help w the glass cleanup thing going on, wanna join me?[/indent][/quote]
[quote][color=Cyan][b]Cass[/b][/color]
[indent]im thinking of helping out w the clean up, u gonna be there?[/indent][/quote]
Sending messages to her two friends, she placed her phone back into her pocket before stepping out of the ktichen to grab a light jacket. [color=wheat][b]"I might as well go there and see what I can do."[/b][/color] Muttering to herself, Aaliya quickly called out a goodbye to her father before leaving home to Main Street.