I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. When I opened my eyes the clock read 6:00 AM. I quickly turned off my alarm and lazily slipped out of bed. My roommate Cathrine came in the room already dressed and ready for school.
I gave Cake (A.K.A Cathrine) a look on my face that meant I didn't want to go to school. But of course Cake being herself she dragged me out of the room and into the bathroom.
"C'mon Fionna we're going to be late unless you hurry up and get ready," Cake said while leaving the bathroom and setting my school uniform on my bed. When Cake left I quickly took my shower so that I was able to write in my journal. I strangely don't like writing what actually happened in my life because when I look back at the pages my boring personality stands out because of reality. So I write how I want to be like in a fictional way. For instance in my story I am a heroine named Fionna the human, and my side kick Cake the cat who has the power to transform in any shape or size. I guess I wrote Cake to be a magical shape shifting cat because she always knows what to do at the right time.
As I finished dressing into my uniform and my usual white bunny hat, I entered the kitchen. Cake was on the couch in the living room talking to her boyfriend on the phone, Monic. Monic is a mute unicorn in my story that's in love with cake the cat. I guess it just fits him because he likes to wear dark colors and he's really quiet. This confuses me because Cake's personality is like the fun hyper type of girl, but Monic's personality is more like that cool silent type.
The clock read 7:00 A.M my eyes widened as I read it. I stuck the toast in my mouth grabbed Cake's wrist and ran out the door towards my school. As Cake stumbled behind me trying to keep up with my speed I saw a group of girls crowding around in the front of the school. And judging by the fan girl screams I heard it most likely was a popular boy in school. But instead of hearing a cool tone of voice trying to calm down the crowd of girls, a boy stumbled out of the crowd running away from the screaming girls. I wasn't paying attention; I didn't have to time to process what was happening. But the boy came crashed into me as we both ran.
