I make my way to the dining table where the rest of the crew is seated. Rick, Marshall, Erica , Shakira and Stan. I love them all, though it's a pity I have to make breakfast for them each day. 'If only I could learn to control my energy faster', I snark at myself. I have always been a bit of a slow learner, though learning control is something that's taking me longer than anyone expected, even for me. "Hey Cynthia, where's the bread? It has been fifteen minutes! Come on now, I'm hungry", Rick wailed. " Yeah, Cynth , you trying to starve us or something?", Stan flashed his winning smile at me. "Uhh... It's done...I was just about to bring it...". The microwave timer interrupted my hasty excuse as a betraying 'beep' echoed in the dining hall. " Did you use the microwave again, Cynthia?", my older brother Marshall looked dissaprovingly at me. "You know what, when I was your age...". " I'll get the bread", I said as I made my way to the kitchen, the dissapointed voice of my brother fading out. It was hard to control my energy, but it was harder to have Marshall as my elder brother, who could light up an entire mansion with the flick of his hair.
After breakfast we all went out to the park. It wasn't exactly a park , just a decent patch of grass with a fence around it. But we still liked to go there, to rejuvenate ourselves. As we made our way , I noticed a new book in Erica's hand. People liked to read, but Erica , she was obsessed with books. No books could make it past her unread for more than a week , and no words could escape her beautiful green eyes and intelligent mind. She looked the most beautiful when she was reading, as a blanket of serenity would take over her . The sounds of pages fluttering in the wind , and Erica's long black hair tied in a neat updo , her light pale skin sharp in contrast with the bark of the tree against which she read , gelled well together, so it wasn't an exaggeration when I said that she looked the most beautiful when reading. Though if this image paints an impression that Erica was quite and reserved, well then let me tell you you couldn't be more wrong. When Erica was not reading, she was socialising , and when she was not socialising she was humming. She was beautiful and smart and lovely and friendly and charming and intelligent; she was perfection. As far as quite and reserved is considered, well that's me.
As we make the final turn towards the park, I notice how awfully dark it seemed to be becoming. Maybe rain was coming, I thought to myself. It would be best if we went back. It is not like we have to go to the park everyday or something. I was about to approach Shakira when I noticed that she and Rick were holding hands and speaking in soft romantic whispers. Yeah, they were kind of a thing. It seemed like they should be too, they were so much alike. They both were blondes, tall and powerful. The only difference lay in their eye colours ; while Shakira had eyes as blue as the ocean, Rick's were brown , ones that looked golden in the light. Both of them were really strong too, second only to my brother. Anyway, I thought it best to leave them alone. Behind me, Stan was whistling , with earplugs in each ear. It would be a waste of time to approach him, I thought. So finally , I looked at my brother who stared off into the distance with an amused look on his face. ' Well, if he doesn't seem to mind...' I walked along silently , getting more worried by the second. No one around me seemed to care, but I could feel that there was a storm coming . Maybe it wasn't that bad. They could all handle a bit of rain. They were strong. It was me I was worried about. You see, I was weak.
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