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Birthdays
Cara woke up, in a good mood for once. It was her birthday, her 15th, and her father had promised her that he'd take her somewhere. She had wanted to go to the theme park, but her father had insisted it be a surprise. She turned on some music and got dressed, quickly brushing her hair and teeth before going downstairs.
"Good morning!" She singsonged, coming into the kitchen and hugging Greg. "How'd you sleep?" She made a cup of tea and sat down at the table opposite him, stirring it with a small spoon. A grin was plastered across Cara's face, and nothing could possibly bring her mood down today.
The Speech She Wrote
((Got the idea based on this song because I thought it accurately fit Greg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vjZQZKVdUM ))
Cara cleared her throat and stepped onto the stage. The crowd fell silent as she looked up. Her mother was not there, as expected, but she knew somewhere, her father was.
"People often ask me what I want to be when I'm older. I usually tell them that I don't know, or I just make up something so I sound prepared." A few chuckles rose from the crowd.
"But in all honesty, I want to be just like my dad. Some may think it childish and say it's stupid, but my father is my idol. He saves your lives all the time, but never ask
The Phone Call
(Anyone welcome for this!)
Cara sat in her room reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which her mother got her for Christmas. She was in a good mood for the first time in a long time, and wasn't about to let anything get her down. Cara set down her book and wandered into the kitchen to get a drink when her mobile began to buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out, not bothering to look at who it was.
"Hello?" She asked, perking up a bit. The voice on the other end sounded frantic.
Christmas Morning
((A bit late.))
Cara opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 8:30am on December 25th. Christmas morning. Cara sat up, shoving her arms into her housecoat. She blundered down the hall and down the stairs into the living room. The tree was lit up brightly, lights twinkling. She smiled and hurried back up the stairs, into her dad's room. Cara shook him gently.
"Dad! Get up! It's Christmas!"
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Omg pls come back I love your writing !!