Down the Rabbit Hole
A.N: Hi my name is Phoenix Jane and I am a new writer here so please be easy on me, and I screw something up please do not hesitate to tell me so (though I highly doubt that for some people, no offence) and I will take care of the problem. I am on this site to become a better writer and boost my confidence so… Thanks are in order to those who read my stuff and review.
Dedicated to my Great- Grandpa and Grandma who are an inspiration to me still to this day, I love and miss you!
BTW:
Marcus and Esca will be speaking Latin at the beginning, if I could I would have made him speak his native tongue and flip- flop in between, but google does not have ancient Celtic on their translator soooo… my bad.
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'Beep-beep-beep'
Groaning, Caroline sluggishly presses the snooze button and gets up with equal enthusiasm, she felt like a vampire with a paper route. And it was only 10:15'damn you Annabelle!' Caroline almost gasps at how messy her bland black hair became. She sheds bedclothes, undresses and goes into a shower, enjoying its soothing affects on her still semi- tired state. At last, when she is through, Caroline pulls back her wet hair in a ponytail and changes in knee- high Capri's, a turquoise tank top, and a white hoodie. Reverently placed on the necklace that was passed down from generations: an aureus of Emperor Antoninus Pius tied with humble, and well-used twine.
On the other side of the Apartment, however, Annabelle was following a recipe she found online about the perfect stack of pancakes. In between putting the ingredients together and heating the skillet, she was looking at the silver laptop, now lightly dusted with flour. Step-after-step, not wanting a repeat of the churro fiasco, four months ago, after the incident Caroline still refuses to allow her to deep fry under anything flammable (i.e. the roof) 'gosh, even tough the burns have healed she still wont allow it' finally, the batter was made and the skillet was ready for cooking.
Meanwhile in Roman occupied Brittany