[color=#F4EEE2] [right][sup][color=#FF3D01][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — Carver Household [color=#FF3D01][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — Olivia Horton [@SpicyMeatball] [color=#FF3D01][b]TIME[/b][/color] — Around 11 PM[/sup][/right][center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180504/5fb4f6fce4f4eb0caa737bec0dea4f4e.png[/img] [sub][b][color=#FF3D01]{[/color] [/b][color=#F4EEE2]"[url=https://youtu.be/ieL7BHjiyd8][color=#F4EEE2]You can feel it in the streets, On a day like this The heat, It feels like summer[/color][/url]"[/color][b] [color=#FF3D01]}[/color][/b][/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ew4BnjF.jpg[/img] [/center][hr][hr][indent][indent][color=#FF3D01][b]TRYING TO DEFINE YOURSELF IS LIKE TRYING TO BITE YOUR OWN TEETH[/b][/color], impossible and preposterous. Sure, you can learn to understand what makes you tick and what your thought processes are, but how can you truly define who you are when you, as a person, are continuously changing? Every day we evolve; we’re constantly gaining new life experiences that ultimately shape and remold us into our current selves. Therefore, it’d be foolish to characterize or define ourselves by a few temporary qualities, right? Annalise Carver didn’t try to define herself. Sure, she was usually seen as the "sweet" youngest child of the town mayor who followed the rules and obeyed her parents no matter what, but is that who she would still be in the next couple of years or months, even? What if she woke up one morning and realized that after spending a whopping eighteen years preparing to become a politician like her father, or a doctor like her mother, that she really wanted to follow her dreams and become a dancer? What if she decided that she no longer wanted to be labelled as "the town's sweetheart?" It was highly unlikely that either of these things would happen, but Annalise couldn’t help but wonder as she stood in her bathroom mirror and carefully brushed her teeth. It was almost eleven o’clock in the morning, just a few hours before she would have to throw on her nearest pair of shoes, grab a quick cup of coffee, and drive down to the lake to help her father with whatever is was that he needed to do. The young woman had went home the night before at about two or three o'clock in the morning after having a good time at the Edge nightclub; after seeing the state that her friend Olivia Horton was in by the end of the night, she was glad that she'd only had a little to drink and managed to get herself and her friend home safely. Today was a new day, and Anna was feeling good. After finishing up in the bathroom and getting dressed, the young woman made a beeline for the kitchen. As usual, her parents were nowhere to be found; although it was a "holiday," both the hospital and mayor's office were still open for business, which meant that she wouldn't be seeing much of her parents until they were finished with work. This was fine by Anna, however, solely because it gave her more time to do her own thing before the festivities would begin. Perhaps she should go visit a few of her friends for a bit, or find something to gift the eldest Zima daughter for her birthday? It wasn't until after Anna had finished brewing a pot of coffee that it dawned upon her to check up on Olivia. After all, the younger girl did have a great deal more to drink than Anna had, which unfortunately meant that she was probably puking her brains out at that very moment. After pouring herself a cup of the warm, dark liquid, Anna seated herself at the dining room tale and shot a few quick text messages to her friend. [color=#FF3D01][b]"I hope she didn't get into any trouble,"[/b][/color] the young woman muttered under breath before hitting send and taking a large gulp from her mug. [center][hider=Texts] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Zg404YK.png[/img] [/hider][/center] [/indent][/indent] [/color]