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"Summer?"
"In here!" Summer sang as she finished her yoga. She was standing on her hands with both knees hovering over the floor beside her arm. Her brother, Winter walked in and rolled his eyes. "Summer. You're going to be late." He said leaning against the doorframe. She smiled at him as she lifted her legs arrow straight into the air and slowly set her feet firmly on the ground. She stood up at him and he rolled his eyes. "Show off." He said. "So says the master chef." She teased and he laugh as she grabbed her yoga mat and bag off the floor. "Well, Zen Master, you need to get ready or you'll be late." He said and she nodded. Nothing could ever rattle her nerves. Winter and Summer. Aptly named. The two couldn't be anymore opposite. Winter was older and after their parents passed away he gained custody of Summer. All he did was worry and rush. While Summer was the picture of relaxtion. He always teased about how she was a Zen Master. It didn't bother her. He was right for the most part.

Summer showered quickly and changed into a cream colored sweater dress adorned with a loose brown belt, cream colored tights and thick brown equestrian style boots. Cream complement her brown skin and made her light brown hair look just a bit darker. She brushed her hair into a half ponytail and lift the other half of her hair spilling over her shoulders. She walked out and smiled at him. He smiled the way a father would. "You look like a college student." He said and Summer smiled. "Winter." She whined a little. "I know, College was always your plan but still now that it's happening it's surreal. You know Mom and Dad would be proud." He said and Summer looked away. She really didn't remember her parents as well as he did. She was 7 when they died while he was 18. It's was a big age difference so her memory was vague. She remembered little things. Like smells but nothing tangible like their faces. They had pictures but it wasn't the same. Winter then walked up to her and hugged her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought them up." He whispered. She shook her head. "No, it's okay. I just wish I could remember." She said and he sighed. "Yea..." There was the ever familiar ding of a cooking timer and Winter rushed to the oven. He pulled out a plate of breakfast sausages and set them on a plate for her. She took a seat at the island and smiled. She was gonna miss the gourmet breakfasts he always made for her. He'd joked once about how she was gonna be sick when it came to cafeteria food. They eat together queitly and quickly both having to shove off early. Thankfully, she'd had her things shipped a few days ago so she didn't have to pack much. It was werid having her room empty. Her paintings weren't on the walls save for the ones she'd gave to Winter who in turn got them framed and posted up around the house. Her clothes weren't in her closet but in suitcases, her wooden easel shipped off to the school along with her paints and brushes. It felt as if she was only visiting. She didn't like that.

It took about two hours for Winter to drive her to the school and she instantly felt better. It was surrounded by nature. Trees as far as the eye can see. She was glad for that. She always hated the city. This was literally a breath of fresh air. She kissed Winter good bye grabbed her suitcase and headed inside.