Never mind we can start now.
to start i want everyone to post a day in the life of their character.
Kevin woke up lazily, it was 12 and he was already hungry. he crawled out of his bed and then pressed a button on the floor. the button summoned a robot from the wall and a remote. Kevin grabbed the remote and then flicked the switches and it lurched forward. Kevin directed it into the kitchen and then hit a button and then spoke "he Emelina can you make me some lunch" the women on the remote screen then began to speak "sure, but only if you come to get it yourself" "fine" Kevin said and pushed himself off the floor and walked into the kitchen in only a large T-shirt and boxers. He climbed onto the kitchen counter and waited. A few minutes later Emiliana cam back with a platter of nachos. a look of pleasure covered Kevin's face and he dug into the and before the plate had been on the table for a second it was clear and Kevin had left for his room. He quickly flung on a pair of shorts and then left the house grabbing his motor scooter. Kevin stood on it has the engine turned on and he shot forward. he looked at his watch which read 12:42. He was going to be late to meet the guys. he flicked a switch on the scooter and then it sped forward and began to move faster then the cars around it. He was moving at 60 miles per hour on the empty side walk and arrived at his destination 5 minutes later. he pressed a button on the scooter and it came to a stop in front of a suburban home. Kevin folded the scooter up and then stashed it behind a bush and rang the bell. A boy appeared a few moments later.
"hey Kev" the boy said and let him in the home
"hey Pete" The two of them crawled down to the basement of the house and then sat down. the boy with Kevin was a freshman at the school he went to. Kevin had only been able to make friends really this year, all the other years he had been to young and when he was befriended he was just used. the to sat o a coach playing video game for about an hour or two then 4 other kids came and then switched off playing in groups of 4 for video games and playing either ping-pong or fuzz ball in a pair of 2. After another 2 hours Kevin left getting home at 5:00. he arrived home and it was empty still. Only Emiliana the nanny and their Dog copper were still there.
Boltageman can you please separate the paragraphs so the text is not in a huge block. Also please write out the numbers as words and try to just check some of you grammar. I had a hard time reading your last paragraph.
Tristan-
Get up. Go running. Come home. Eat. Shower.
The monontony of another Saturday continued through the morning and into the early afternoon. He longed for something better to do. He was by no means unhappy with his life, just temporarily board. Of course soccer season was over so he didn't have much to take his mind off life.
Tristan sat at his computer in his room on the top floor of the Evans home. He was checking his facebook and periodically texting his "girlfriend". She was sweet, not much like his previous girlfriends. Maybe that was why he was drawn to her but at the same time frustrated with her. The facebook and testing went on for another hour or so before he decided he was hungry. He confirmed his plans with Elle and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
After lunch he went to his room to change for his date. They were going to the mall. So was that really a date?
A few mindnumbing hours at the mall carrying bags left him confused. It wouldn't last long between them.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
Tristan came home completely exhausted. I saw him come in from my position on the couch. I hated his girlfriend. She was so fake. She dyed her hair platinum blonde, had blue contacts and a fake laugh that reminded me of Barbie. In fact everything about her reminded me of Barbie.
"How was your date?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Guess," he answered, crashing beside me.
"Hmm. Horrible?"
""Yep."
"No surprise there."
"Why."
"I hate your girlfriend."
"gee. Thanks."
"Yeah. What are sisters for huh?"
He sighed and turned on the t.v.
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“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
"Hey how was your date?" I asked Tristan sitting next to him on the couch.
"Sucked." he said.
"There's a suprise." I muttered.
Tristan rolled his eyes at me. Then he sighed.
"Do you think she's worth it?" he asked.
"Do you want me to lie or tell the truth?" I asked.
He glared at me.
"Okay truth it is. No, she's not worth it." I said.
Jaime woke with a bolt. His alarm was blaring loud country music, sending shivers down his spine. Switching it off, he flung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, looking into the mirror that sat on the wall in front of him. Straightener my behind, he thought, referring to the many times he had been so wrongly accused of taking a straightener to his head every morning. His hair was naturally straight; what was so wrong about that?
Opening the doors to his miniscule closet, he scanned the shelves of black, red, gray, and white clothing. He found his single piece of blue clothing amongst all of the other colors and threw it on the bed behind him, grabbing a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants afterwards. What was the use of wearing tight jeans on the weekend? Comfort was more important.
Quickly changing his clothes, he advanced down the long hall towards the bathroom that he shared with his siblings. Luckily, it remained unoccupied. He slid through the doorway, closing it tightly and locking it. His siblings weren't the type to avoid any chances to set up any pranks. Especially when it came to Jaime.
Jaime brushed his teeth and ran one of the six different brushes in the bathroom cupboard through his hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he walked out of the bathroom and towards the large, spiraling staircase that led to the main area of their house.
"Hey Em," he said to their housekeeper as he walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?"
"Anything you want, as usual. Your sibilings have had me working all morning," Emaliana said in a huff, turning from the bowl of cookie dough momentarily to shoot Jaime an exhausted glare. "It's only nine thirty in the mornin'! Be a dear and make yourself something, I've got some baking to do. You were always the one adept at caring for yourself." Emaliana laughed, sliding open the drawer next to her and pulling out a wooden spoon.
"Yeah, sure." Jaime walked to the body-length cupboards labeled "Cereals" and opened both of the doors, scanning over the twenty some odd different boxes that sat there. Pulling out an un-labeled blue box, he sat down at the large island where Emaliana had already placed the milk, a bowl and a spoon.
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"Thanks for breakfast," Jaime said as he got up and placed his empty bowl into the sink. Emaliana nodded and resumed scooping cookie dough from the bowl onto a greased sheet.
Jaime jogged from the large kitchen to the front door, slipped on his runners, and walked out of the house. A thirty minute run would do him good.
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Jaime returned home late, having met some of his buddies at the park with a football. He could never resist a good game -- or two -- of football. Tristan sat with his face grim, the remote to the T.V. resting intently on his belly. Emaline sat at the edge of the couch beside him, her hands under her legs, biting her lip. They both looked at Jaime as he walked in, slightly limping on his knee. He hadn't counted on being tackled so hard by a two-hundred-and-fifty pound sixteen year old.
He nodded towards them as he wobbled over to where they sat, plopping down on the empty couch.
"How was your date, Tristan?" Jaime asked, grinning as Tristan shot him an icy glare. He shrugged.
"Was it that obvious?"
"Of course," Jaime replied, scratching his head. "And your day, Ema?"
"Good, yours?"
"Long," Jaime said with a laugh, switching his gaze to the front entrance as Kevin laughed his way through the front door.
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
