BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
"Urg..." I moaned, lifting a clump of hair from in front of my eyes, "Stupid alarm clock." I rubbed my eyes and sighed, "Stupid logic."
Slipping out of bed was always a quick, smooth motion. To day was no different; legs hanging over the bed, just half an inch over my Teddiursa slippers, I slipped them on and jumped over Mumble's sleeping figure. Popping in a Paramore CD, I head-banged like a groupie to For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic.
"Just talk yourself up And tear yourself down!" I screamed into my hair brush's handle. I blindly grabbed a pair of pants from my dresser and a tank-top from my closet, "You wouldn't!"
Mumble at my heels, I bolted down the stairs and speedily spread jelly on two slices of toast. Tossing one to Mumble, I headed for the door, wiping stray jelly from my cheek and thumb.
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I slowed to a walk as I began the steep clime to Prof. Oak's lab.
"Geeze, what a work out, a Mumble?" He snorted in response. I smiled and knocked on the door to his lab...