THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO DON'T BE A DOUCHE ABOUT IT.
BE HONEST AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
Amber woke to the morning breeze on her toes, she was confused at first then remembered, It was only yesterday that she had turned 14 so she was still getting used to her new "self". She looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was only 7:00. she sat up and rubbed the last bit of sleep out of her eyes and got up to start her day. first she put on her white anchor tee with the generic black shorts and put on her favorite hat, her sporty bobble cap. It was the one that her mother gave her the last time she saw her.
She shook the thought out of her mind and went on to slip on her cherry kicks, she didn't like them too much (not a big fan of pink) but it was all she could afford as of right now. after a few more preparations (brushing her teeth etc.) she swung open the door and ran down the hall. after passing a few corners she glanced behind her and slammed into someone else knocking them both to the floor. "oh my god are you ok?" she asked. instead of answering the boy groaned and sat up and glanced at her. She noticed he had a scar on his left eye. The man just huffed, pushed her aside, stood up and stormed off. "weird, I tried to apologise" she stood up and kept on going, this time being more careful not to slam into anyone else.
when she finally got to the cafe, (which seemed to take forever allowing her to realize she was famished!) she noticed it was almost completely empty. she went to the counter and asked where everyone was. The lady at front answered, "your my 2nd customer this morning. most inklings don't wake up this early or if they do its because they are practicing turf wars." Amber wasn't surprised at all. she heard this was supposedly, "turf war central" as some called it, plus she was always an early squid. "i'll have an order of kelp juice (she hated coffee.) and a slice of octo-pie. The lady went to the back and started getting her food and drink. while she was waiting Amber finally got to soak up the environment, the counter was white marble which went well with the black wooden stools and booths. It was still kinda dark outside which she enjoyed, she never was into the whole sunshine and rainbows thing. (no she is not an emo just not girly, as much as she probably should be.) the floor is a nice white, black checker pattern. (reminded her of her grandparents old diner.) she was snapped back to reality by the lady putting her stuff on the counter. "first time here is on the house, after this though it will cost ya," she nodded and started eating. (i'm not gonna describe it cause i have no f'ing clue what octo-pie tastes like)