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Ruby was singing [i]again[/i]. Singing in her room to Michael's Jackson's [i]'Billie Jean'[/i] with her headphones over her ears. Just like every other morning, as soon as she'd finished waking up and washing the sleep from her eyes, the singing would begin. Her father had once made a remark about how he would know she was awake when her voice accompanied the early morning silence of the home. She was just about halfway through when she heard her father's voice yelling at her. [b]"Ruby love, I know you love singing and all, but can't you do that after breakfast? I need to be in early today. We're preparing for an influx of people now that the quarantine is finally over." [/b]

Ruby sniggered to herself as she ended her interrupted routine and headed towards the kitchen. Living with just her father had made them really close, and as the better cook among the two, she had accepted the responsibility of cooking meals for the two of them. On days that she wanted to take a break from cooking, her father would then buy takeaways meals from the local diner after work. 

[i]Those weren't bad or anything[/i], but they unanimously agreed that between the diner and her cooking, hers was [i]definitely better[/i], even with her lack of any real professional experience as a chef. Retrieving a pack of bacon, she placed them carefully in the microwave to be quickly defrosted while she started to get to work at making scrambled eggs. While she busied herself with cooking, her father saw at dining table nearby drinking his coffee as he read the morning newspaper. As soon as she was done with the cooking, she took off the apron and set down the two plates as the father and daughter pair tucked into the food. Anything that knew Ruby well recognized how much she loved her food. Eating remains unofficially one of her favorite things to do and she could usually be seen munching on something at any time of the day. 

Her father left as soon as breakfast was done, and Ruby was alone once again in the house, but singing had to wait. She was done to the last novel in the stack of books she'd borrowed from the library before the quarantine and she was determined to finish it up before she made the trip to replace them with a fresh bunch today. She'd heard about all the mysterious things happening in Everbrook, and the deaths that had happened in the last couple of years. There was something particularly peculiar about the town that she couldn't quite pinpoint. 

The circumstances the town was in just seemed like out of a plot of a mystery novel, and just the thought about something so bizarre just sent a tingle up her spine for no reason. Promptly reminding herself to stop overthinking and frightening herself with all these crazy thoughts, she moved to grab her Schwinn bike as she began the cycle towards the town's only library. As she approached the hill, she walked the bike up. She wasn't expecting there to be many people at the library. Their vacation had only just started, and kids her age didn't tend to go the library so early on. Her backpack was filled with the stack of books she was due to return, and of course, an assortment of snacks. 

[i]Because well, cycling makes one hungry after all.[/i]