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[indent][indent][color=royalblue]“Stelllllaaaaa!!!”[/color] 

Stella was usually a morning person. Ask anyone who knew even remotely, they would say they always saw Stella Lambert roaming through her family home in her school uniform with her bag in one hand, ready to be propped over her shoulder and a skinny caramel latte in her other hand as she prepared to make her way to her car, and leave for school. She was always alert and up before her alarm had notified her to be.

But today was a different story. Stella had put her alarm on snooze three times already. Some part of her knew it was wrong, but she really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.

[color=royalblue][b]“STELLA!”[/b][/color] 

This time her father, who had been calling at her for ten minutes straight now, was in her room. There was something strange that went through Frank Lambert’s mind when it came to his darling Stella. The two were like two peas in a pod when it came to their energy levels. Both could go as quiet as a mouse through a minefield or be the ones to cheer with unreasonably amount of energy as those mines exploded. They were the two sides of the energetic coin, but now these similar forces were about to be pit against each other. Whether or not that was going to create a disaster remained to be seen.

[color=royalblue]“Estelle Lenore Lambert! Get your keester out of bed right now!”[/color] Her father demanded, a different tone of energy coming from his mouth.

As she huffed up, her cheeks puffed as she greeted her clearly-not-amused father’s face. [color=pink]“What is your deal today!?”[/color] She snapped at him, eyebrows and eyes slanted. For an odd reason, Stella wasn’t her usual cheery self and immediately that was felt.

[color=royalblue]“What’s my deal? Young lady, I don’t know what sort of punch to the gut you were given in your dream, but you better watch how you speak to me!”[/color]

[color=pink]“Or what?”[/color]

For a moment, her father was confused. He knew this wasn’t how she normally acted, so something definitely was up and in all honesty, Stella might just be annoyed that she wasn’t able to stay in bed. She didn’t feel like it and the way her father had rudely woke her up, it was clear that she didn’t have the patience to deal with him.

[color=royalblue]“You don’t want to know the answer to that.”[/color] 

As both of them were at each other’s throats and moments away from possibly ripping the other’s tongues out, Stella’s mother, Melissa, came in with a loud sigh. [color=db7093]“Are you two doing this [i]now[/i]? At this hour?”[/color] She sighed again.

[color=royalblue]“Tell your daughter she has to get out of bed! And also tell her to watch how she speaks to me!”[/color]

[color=pink]“Ugh, get real dad! You’re being unreasonable today. You came in here screaming like a madman! How else did you expect me to react?”[/color]

[color=db7093]“Honey, we both know you’re annoyed about your shift today and you’re taking it out on our daughter.”[/color] Melissa revealed as Frank face went almost dead white. He had forgotten it amid the chaos that was him vs Stella.

[color=pink]“I’ll take my apology now--”[/color]

[color=db7093]“And as for you!”[/color] Melissa directed her attention to her daughter, which prompted her to perk up immediately. [color=db7093]“Something is going on with you and this afternoon, we’ll figure it out as a family, but for now, go take a shower, get dressed, and get your butt to school.”[/color]

And just like that, in a matter of moments, Melissa Monroe-Lambert had proven once again that she was the rock holding this family together. She was the one who could analyze a situation, even when her mental capacity was compromised due to it being too early, and figure out what was going on. And at the same time, she was able to find short-term solutions that would certainly hold them over until later so they could figure out a more permanent one. 

There was a part of Stella that wanted to be difficult. She couldn’t explain why, but something in her begged to make her mother’s morning a living hell, but she decided against it and did exactly what Melissa told her to do. In just thirty minutes, Stella was clean, dressed, caffeinated, and out the door as she drove herself to school.

The thoughts of her morning spat with her father would stick with her throughout the rest of the day and it was clear just how much that affected her overall mood throughout her morning classes. The way she knew she wasn’t herself today was how, normally if Stella was feeling herself, she would be the first to participate in class, greet everyone with a smile, and just be an overall delight. Today, however, was different. She didn’t do any of those things. Instead, the girl just went through the motions. She was mostly lost in her own thoughts until the lunch period came and even then she kept mostly to herself. Stella would even go as far as to choose an isolated location to just be by herself.

Today was not a day that Stella Lambert felt like being Bubbles. The ray of sunshine was taking a break and unpredictable weather was on the seven-day forecast for Lambert City.[/indent][/indent][/color]