Josephine
16-year-old teenager who enjoys reading, piano and food. She
is intelligent and reliable, but can also be very pessimistic and a
bit moody.
Peppurrcorn
cat??? Probably? nobody knows, but he is cute and makes strange noises, so we love and accept him.
Chapter One
CRAVE NURISHMENT!
Saturday, 9:37am
The sunlight shone through the blinds of the room and made it just
bright enough to recognize the furniture in it- a small wooden table
and chair, closet which just contained enough space to hold clothes
for one very modest collection of apparel, a piano with the sheet
music of “let it be- the Beatles” on its music stand, and a bed
on which a young woman and a small animal were still sleeping.
The silence lingering in the air was broken by a low grumble. As if on
command, the woman opened her eyes and groaned. “ahhh…hungry”
But she knew that there was probably nothing in the fridge, since she had
forgotten to buy groceries the day before.
Her name was Josephine.
With a sigh she turned her head to the right and saw her friend
Peppurcorn laying next to her on a small pillow.
It was so quiet in Josephines bedroom that she could hear Peppurcorn
breathe softly. He looked fairly peaceful and innocent – almost
adorable - when he slept, but Josephine would never dare to say that
to him, as it would upset him very much to not be seen as anything
other than dangerous and admirable for his talent of seeming, like he
does not care about anything at all.
Peppurcorn was an unusual creature and nobody really knew what exactly he was, but although
nobody understood it, they simply accepted it.
“Pepp?”,
Josephine said in a soft tone, enough to wake but not to startle him.
“I am really, really, really hungry. We have to get something to
eat or I will be in a bad mood all day.” Peppurcorn rolled over on
his pillow and was now facing the wall with his back turned to
Josephine. He let out a quiet growl. He did not want to get up. But
Josephine, who has dealt with this little thing for many years now,
knows how to get him to roll out of bed. Energized by her desire to
fulfil her quest to buy something to eat, she jumped out of bed and
hastily moved towards the window to open the blinds.
The sunlight illuminated the earlier darkened room. Peppurcorn squealed and acted
as if the light smacked him in the face. “Good morning, Pepp!”,
Josephine exclaimed and smirked a bit. Peppurcorn looked at her
angrily; he would have loved to nap for another hour or ten.
Josephine opened her closet and picked out the clothes she would
wear. “Supposedly it is going to be really warm today… I think a
dress would be ok?”
She looked at Peppurcorn but did not wait for a
response, since she knew he would not care enough to give her one.
She put on a purple apron-dress and a black and white striped shirt
underneath. While rolling up her sleeves, Josephine viewed herself
from different angles in the mirror on the inside of her closet door.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her
face. “Do you think it makes me look chubby?”, she asked. But
again, it might as well have been a rhetorical question, considering
Peppercorn has already drifted off into a light slumber again.
Josephine sighed in defeat. “You know what? No. This looks perfect
and I love it.” She brushed through her hair and sprayed a bit of
“Flower-Scented Dry-Shampoo for Brown Hair” into it to
make her natural fluffy curls even fluffier. Then she put it up in a
ponytail and straightened her bangs.
She looked at her reflection
with her completed look. “Positivity. Positivity. POSITIVITY!”,
she chanted with determination. Peppurcorn, awakened by her outburst
of positive energy, made a sound that somehow resembled the Windows
Vista start-up- sound to show his support to Josephine. God knows she
needed it.
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