She sees a soul throught her door, she always has been able to see people's souls, that is one mystery down the drain at the pace of the blink of an eye i guess but there is no point in milking that, she can see souls which has proven to be a great advantage at hide'n seek but one of the reasons that she is as paranoid as she is, being able to do that opens up a myriad of possibilities and even more questions, she clearly is not normal, is she human? is that going to bring chaos and her death? maybe it's a desease who is she to know? These thought at this hour would just bring another one of her many mental breakdowns had she not taken her medicine, she is okay.

Ann's brother: Hurry up princess we are taking breakfast

Ann: Ok, I'm going

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Ann: Do you wake up a little earlier JUST to order me to hurry up for breakfest?

Ann: because you know i'll eventually "obey" because i have to go take breakfest

Ann: It's so dumb and immature

Ann's brother: Chill dude, sorry if i'm suffocating you with my brotherly affection, you've been sleeping just so fucking much since you started taking those medicines i thought i'd help

Ann's brother: maybe i can start acting a little less like a perfect brother if that is what you want

Ann's brother: starting now

Ann's brother: you look like a pig, are you going like this to your first day at school?

Ann: oh man i'm so glad i'm taking my medicine now, it makes your passive-agressive atittude a little more bearable

Ann: it's not annoying anymore, just lame

Ann: like you

they walk downstairs together being both insufferable, like siblings usually are, their mother is there waiting for them with the warmest smile a mom can express, it's not big but it's enough to brighten their morning and make them shut up for a second with their verbal dispute.

Ann can't see her father, he is probably out already to work, it's around 6:30 in the morning and she still can't catch him heading out, whatever she guesses, it's not like that wasn't the norm for her, she only sees her father sometimes on lunch and dinner.

She takes hold of her improvised sandwich, she will need all the energy she can gather as she will be walking to school unlike her brother and his car. Would her life be too different if SHE was to be born first? would SHE be driving to school in her car while listening to whatever songs she illegally downloaded? Would she hold the power over him? she would be able to torment him in ways he, luckly, can't even fathom, but maybe that hipothetical version of him may not deserve it, she is soft after all, maybe they would get along pretty well? maybe yes, maybe not, maybe maybe maybe, maybe she needs to hurry up, she had all the time in the universe when she was being used to humor my fawn analogies but now my patience is running dim, the gears responsible for the inertia in this story needs to get a hold of themselves, she grabs another outstanding bite out of that sandwich, it holds no chance.

She drinks her orange juice, i could make a poetry out of it just for the sake of it, compare it to feelings like that of love, hate, life and death, but there is no more need for unnecessary tangents, while she is drinking she stares at her brother thinking just the correct thing to say, she needs to get this ride and being too straightforward, though it would fulfill the brotherly quota of passive-aggressive sparing, it may not get her what she wants, this topic needs to be faced with the outmost equilibrium and thought process of a master negotiator.