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Lilliana was tired. Sure, everyone else in the entire village was probably tired, well who wouldn't be after having to wake up at six in the morning. She resembled a zombie raising from the grave as she dragged her sleep deprived body from her warm, comfy bed. Rubbing her eyes, she gingerly crossed the cold, unforgiving floor. Escaping several instances where she almost slammed into a few walls, she finally made it to her bathroom. Turning the shower facet, the water poured down, creating steam. After deciding that the water warm enough to suit her needs, she peeled off her pajamas, and stepped into the wall of cascading warmness. The water was refreshing, and seemed to open her eyes much more then before. Her lemon shampoo filled the air with its pungent aroma. After making sure that no more suds were in her hair, she stepped out, only to be greeted by the chilling air.

When her body was warm, she walked over to her closet, and began to look for a suitable outfit. She finally decided on something casual, a button down shirt, some jeans and sneakers. She tamed that tangled mess of wet hair that sat upon her head. Running her ringers through her hair, she blow-dried it quickly. Grabbing her iPod and wallet, she shoved them into a purple backpack, which held all of her books, and walked out of her room, locking the door behind her.

Lilliana was rather hungry, so she headed for the dinner. When she entered, Lilliana took a seat, and got a bagel and some milk. She could absolutely, in no possible way, have coffee. Caffeine to her is like giving a three year old soda. She'll be bouncing off the walls for hours. When her food was given to her, she ate it graciously.