Sterling
Dancer
The alarm clock blared, almost drowning out a muffled groan. A small slender hand slipped from under the mass of covers and felt around the desk, looking for the pesky thing that she despised, but needed so much. After the barrage of her eardrums had ceased, a mass of hair poked from the covers. Sterling brushed it from her face, and looked at the time.
"Crap...
I'm going to be late! "
She jumped from the bed, much to the distaste of her cat Eponine, who meowed her dissaproval.
"Sorry love, mommas gotta go.
I'll be back later my precious baby girl" She kissed the cats head and donned her usual clothes. A pair of black yoga pants, a colored tank and ballet-like black flats. She ran her fingers through her hair in front if the mirror, calling the frizzy mess, and threw it up in a pony tail. She then grabbed her water bottle, gave Eponine one last pet, and dashed out the door, only 15 minutes after she had awaken.
Kaci
Writer
He sat at a table in front of a mass of people.
They were pushing and shoving to get up to the table, and in said table were piles of books. His books. The Heat of the Dragon Had become a number 1 seller, and they all wanted his autograph. He stood, ready to address his fans, an-A wet, slobbery tongue licking his face brought Kaci back from his wonderful dream.
Keeta you mangy dog, get off! He said affectionately. Keeta just sat back and looked at him, panting, his tongue hanging from his mouth. Kaci shook his head, and proceeded to get ready for the morning. He went into his kitchen and made some tea, Wild Orange Blossom flavor he had gotten from Teavana. Coffee was too bitter for his taste, and tea could be sweetened with honey and rock sugar. Coffee also made him feel heavy, and made his brain feel sluggish. He couldn't write that way.