You know what, fuck the sun sometimes. I mean, I get it. Without it the planet would get cold, everything would die, yada, yada, yada. But it’s still annoying as all hell when you wake up in a bed that’s unnecessarily large and a window the size, and larger of said bed. Mortimer groaned, pulling the pillow that she had from under her head and instead putting it over her head. [color=#FFCCCC][sub][b]”Don’t… want… to … get. up.”[/b][/sub][/color] she mumbled, trying to go as deep under the covers as she could. Of course, her brother wasn’t going to allow that since for some reason he was set on getting her to school [i]early.[/i] Being early wasn’t her thing but being precisely on time was. [color=BDECB6][b]“C’mon, Moooorty. Get up. Mum said that she had River make us some waffles and she didn’t want you sleeping in.”[/b][/color] his voice was gentle as he opened the blinds wide, allowing even more of the sickening sunlight to come through.

Mortimer automatically picked up her pillow and threw it at him. It would have been a perfect hit if he didn’t have fucking fast reflexes. [color=BDECB6][b]"Close but not close enough. Now get up Morty. Waffles~”[/b][/color] he smiled and tossed the pillow back onto her bed, leaving the room. Of course he was already wearing his clothes that he picked out the night before. People can call him mature and oh so certain even though he was crawling through his closet asking her which ones looked the best on him. [color=#FFCCCC][b]"twat."[/b][/color]

She finally crawled out of her bed and stood up straight, pulling down the tank top she had on and going into the restroom to do the morning deeds. The next stop was her closet to get out her clothes for the day. Her closet was filled with an assortment of clothes that would make black and white run through your mind for a while. Quickly, she pulled out an outfit and threw it on her. It was easy to have pick an outfit for the day when you weren’t as indecisive as some people. The only thing that could perfect her look were the black gloves that she pulled over her hands and the black over the shoulder bag that she pulled over her head and onto her right shoulder. The bag looked as bland as her light brown eye shadow that she had on. At least she had art to brighten up her day but it was still a pain going to school. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. She looked down at her stopwatch and walked out of the room. Now she had exactly 15 minutes left if she wanted to get in the car on time. 
 
[color=BDECB6][b]"“Do you want anything on your waffles Morty?”[/b][/color] he asked once she came down the stairs. [color=#FFCCCC][b]“Yeah. Fresh berries but not too much. You taking me to school?”[/b][/color] she asks, cutting her waffles perfectly and taking a bite. [color=BDECB6][b]"“Want me to? I can.”[/b][/color] he replied in response as he put his vintage over the shoulder bag on. She looked over at him and sighed, standing up and walking over to a shelf that had his glasses on them. Mortimer walked over to him and handed him his glasses. [color=#FFCCCC][b]“You’re eyes are shitty. I’ve seen you squint when you drive and you nearly forgot your glasses?”[/b][/color] Wolfen’s eyes opened up a bit wide, quite obvious that he had completely forgotten about them. He chuckled and took his glasses from her hands. [color=BDECB6][b]"“Yeah, yeah. And you curse way too much Morty.”[/b][/color] he took his keys out of his bag and started walking towards a basket that held some granola bars. He then took out his phone and went down to contacts. 

[center][quote][color=BDECB6][b]To: Smarty Osy[/b][/color]

Mornin. Morty’s going to end up becoming a sailor one day with her mouth. See you at school[/quote]