Adalene
I could hear my flat mates conversing on the other side of my closed door, their voices floating through as though the door was made of paper. I was awake, and had been for awhile, but I'm busy. I'm writing a script, to a play. Why? Because a paramount had recently opened, and it was the perfect chance to submit something for them to show. The story? Was a female homosexual tale about two high school friends. One falls deeply in love with other, and the other marries an Australian. What a cruel, cruel world.
My focus shifted back to the voices of Cayman and Alessia. They were cousins, so they were closer to each other than they were to me. I could probably be closer with both of them, if I tried, but trying to make conversation is hard and awkward. I wish I could talk like I write, then everything could just flow and I wouldn't be ignored so often.
I closed the book, seeing the clock reach breakfast time. I was hungry, and I needed to brush my teeth. I couldn't brush my teeth before I ate, so I's been dealing with that awful taste in my mouth since I woke up, I'm really so happy to see I'm getting closer to brushing my teeth.
I hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen, not seeing anyone. Had they left? I don't think I heard the door open...maybe I had? I wasn't really paying attention. I pushed the matter of their whereabouts to the back of my mind and headed for the fridge, grabbing the milk, some cereal, and a bowl. There just was no better breakfast than cereal, it was the gold of food. I made my bowl and walked back to my room, grabbing my script and then walking back into the living room. I sat on the couch and ate as I flipped through it, re-reading the whole thing. I always made sure to re-read things, even if I wasn't done with them. Just made me feel better to know that I didn't have to worry about it.