Chapter 1
Morning, she hated morning. Why did it have to exist? She supposed that if she wasn't out all night it would have made it easier to get up. Oh well, the blinding light from the sun falling upon her face helped her groan to her feet. Shuffling her feet through her room, to the door and down the hall was the easy part. Finding the bathroom for the morning wasn't that hard either. Looking at herself without grimacing was the hard part. She always looked so horrible in the mornings. Dark brown and purple streaked hair tossed every which way, along with being damp from the collected sweat; due to the hot temperature of her room. Hazel eyes stared at the girl within the dusty mirror before her. What a mess. Perhaps a shower could bring her back to some sort of resemblance of a human being.
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Morning, what was it about morning that made someone dread it so. He pulled himself out of bed, stretching and yawning away the sleep. It seemed to get harder and harder to get up at times; perhaps he was spending too many late nights at the piano. No matter, it was morning and if anything, the cat had to be fed. Rising up from his bed he moved quietly along to his adjoining bathroom. A few splashes of water on his face and a towel to dry away the moisture. That was enough to satisfy him or now. Walking out to the kitchen he heard the irritated meow from the back of the couch as he passed. "Yes Glasses, I know, it's breakfast time." The feline didn't wait as she jumped down from the couch and followed him into the kitchen. An opened can and few slurps later, breakfast was served for the cat. He placed the plate upon the floor before he could finally get to the rest of his morning routine.
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"Hey baby, how are you this morning?" The woman smiled as she addressed the purple colored Yamaha motorcycle. Oddly enough, or perhaps genuinely on purpose, the streaks in her hair matched the color of the bike. Her hair was now trained, slicked back into a pony tailed clip, purple tips of hair spilled forth from the top of the simple black clip. One could wonder why she just didn't dye all of her hair purple, but maybe she just liked the shocked looks. Her hand ran along the machine affectionately before her attention was diverted.
"Jenna! Aren't you forgetting something?" An old male voice sounded from behind her.
"Huh? Oh yea I know, work, work, work. Can't I take care of it when I get back from a little ride?" She asked almost pleadingly to the man, but only received a glare in return. "Humph, I'll see you later Pops!" A mischievous grin came over the girl as she hopped onto the bike, slid a matching purple helmet over her head and sped off with the bike before he could protest anymore. She loved the speed the feeling that you were going faster than the world. It was a big rush to her, also helped the stress wash away from her shoulders. It would return, but for now...the world was hers.
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Finally the world was starting to make sense this morning. Dressed and with breakfast on the way he was feeling more collected than he had the hour or so earlier. Now what was it that he had to do today? A piece of toast hung from his mouth as he wandered to his piano and looked through the stack of paper piled on top of it. The piano wasn’t just the tool of his livelihood, but it made a good desk as well.
His eyes widened as he saw a sticky note with huge writing upon it, the toast nearly falling out of his mouth. “Damn!” Tossing the sticky note over his shoulder he rushed about the small apartment. Keys upon the dining table were snatched up; shoes were…no wait socks first. Socks where were the bloody socks? Oh, right by the couch where he had left them. Now his shoes could finally be worked upon his feet while he hobbled towards the door. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t be late.
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Jenna was lost in her own little world. The real world was buzzing around the, ‘speeding bubble’ she had encased herself in. Dodging traffic, slipping between parallel cars, it was all child’s play to her. Surely the other drivers didn’t approve, but she didn’t care. This was her personal time, and who were they to encroach upon it?
It was almost too late. A man, in the middle of the street! Where did he come from? Where had her mind been? On the other drivers? On some stupid little thought? But before she knew it her bike was turned to its’ side, screeching across the road and slamming into a wall on the opposite side of the street.
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