Yet another morning waking up in New York. This time was les of a shock, because it was not snowing and I had almost familiarized myself with the cold. The night before, I had worn neon green jersey shorts and a thin tee-shirt. Last night, I wore Emma's old, fluffy pants from when she was ten (she was tall, and I'm a bit short) and we lived in Virginia. It was really hot in the summer, and we didn't live there long enough to experience winter, but fall was reasonably cold. I also wore one of mom's thermal tops, since I got my short genes from her.
"School is starting!" I heard Emma's muffled shriek from her room. "Oh my gumph-," Okay, I figured she was saying gosh, but it sounded like gumph - "Oh my gumph..." She ran to my doorway, her hair in a mess and her sunglasses tucked into her shirt. She doesn't sleep with them on her face, but somewhere on her body. "Izzy, get up, we have to be at school in ten minutes!" We have an old kitchen on our floor that was unused for awhile when Jerry lived here, but we stocked up the cabinets with cereal and snacks and whatnot that mom bought while we were out yesterday. We didn't have a fridge, or stools for the island, but we were probably going to get some. We didn't need a fridge though. Emma grabbed a box of Chocolate Special K and ran into her room to get dressed.
I laughed a bit, but it was eight o'clock and I wasn't in the mood for any sort of emotion. "Emma, it's Sunday!" I reminded her.
"Oh thank gumph!" She yelled, and I heard her flop back into bed.
"What's with all the screaming about gumph?" Mark groaned, walking lazily up to our floor.
"I know right?" I shouted. "I thought she was saying gumph, too!"
"I thought we had school today. My bad!" Emma explained. "Now shut up and of me sleep!"
"Exactly my thoughts when you were yelling." Mark muttered, and walked back to his floor. "Woah!" He yelled, as Tink ran past him and into my room.
"Well hey Tink!" I said in a cutesy voice, scratching her cheek as she rubbed up against the side of my bed.
She began to purr, and hopped onto my bed.
"Aww!" I heard. I looked around, searching for the source of the sound. I glimpsed at the window, and a waving Mickey made me do a double take. "Mickey!" I grabbed a hoodie from my coat hanger, opened up the window and sat on they sill, waiting for Mickey to explain herself. "Why are you here?"
"I was bored." She shrugged, shivering. "I usually wake up early, and I finished the second doll of you, so here!" She put a doll in my face, with my big blue eyes, the green plaid shirt and pastel yellow jeans I wore yesterday, my messy brown ponytail, a similar hat to mine, and my coat.
"Oh..." I looked at it, startled by the resemblance. "That's pretty cool. Thank you." I took it from her hands and stared at it.
"I know, you're creeped out because it looks like you." She sighed. "What can I say? I'm weird."
"Don't worry, I'm weird too. You just haven't seen it yet." I assured her. "Want to come inside?"
"On, I wish I could, but I rehearsals start in a couple hours and Ty, Kylie and I wanted to discuss the set."
"Rehearsals?" I asked, then remembering No Gravity. "Do I need an audition?" I asked.
"Oh right, you do... How bout you come to the float at eleven, an hour before we start? Oh, but you need to pick a song, too... Come by at ten thirty and we can look for songs that will compliment your voice." She nodded vigorously, and before I could even agree, she started to go down the ladder. "Bye!" She squealed, and I went inside, shut the window, and flipped out over my keyboard for two hours.