Sunlight flittered through the windows of the large farmhouse. A smaller than average mareep was sleeping next to a wooden bed. It was cherry colored wood, with white covers and blankets. A girl stirred from it, with hazel hair and green eyes. The mareep nayed happily, and trotted up the miniature steps next to the bed. Pima giggled happily, and patted the pokemon on the head. "Come on, Miracle. Big day today. You gotta say goodbye to your mo you know." Iniside her mind she was thinking, I'll have to say goodbye to mine too. Stretching, she yawned lightly. Miracle jumped off of the bed and trotted down the stairs. Smells and sounds wafted up from the floor below, ad Pima quickly got dressed in a tie-dye t and shorts, as it was a warm day. Grabbing her faux deer hide sachel, she slipped it on her arm. Stuffing her notebook, provisions packed the night before, and pokeballs, she headed down the stairwell. Bacon and french toast smells wafted up from the kitchen, and she happily sauntered in. "Hi mom!" She said, in a happy tone.

"Oh," She turned around. Her face showed that she was tired, and she wasn't wearing any make-up. Obviously not planning on going anywhere today, then. "Hey, honey." She replied. Quite bluntly, but not in a mean sort of way. It's just she didn't hide the fact that she'd either gone out somewhere last night and woke up with a massive headache or just got hardly any sleep at all. Her mother turned back to her cooking.

Bacon on buttered toast. It was like a routine these days. No, it was a routine these days, every second day of the week her mother would make this for breakfast - whether Pima got any or not was dependent on what time she woke up. Her mother looked about three quarters of the way through making breakfast. Probably too late now.

"What have you got planned for today?" Her mother asked inquisitively. She'd probably forget it in five minutes and then get a bit cranky when Pima got home if she was doing something out of the ordinary. This day there looked like there would be a lot out of the ordinary, though.

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Out of Character: How can I say this - I'm so sorry about your thread, I forgot all about the list. Anyway, you're my first victim person that I've moderated for. Thanks for using the list, too. I wouldn't have known where to look without it.