As the sun finally rises over the hills, I wonder how long I've been up for thinking. Two hours? Three? I've never had a very good grasp on time, especially at 16 years. I've had so much work on my hands, I've not been able to have any time for myself. Now, I feel like I'm actually relaxing, but I soon release that I should attempt to sleep or at least try to fake it. I don't want my mother to yell vulgarly at me during my only time of relaxation. I close my eyes and fall into a deep trance of sleep.
"Honey, wake up, it's almost noon," a person says in a tired voice. I slowly open my eyes and see my mother looming over me. See seems a little stressed as she has a few hairs poking out of her short-but-longer-than-mine hairdo. And trust me, my hair goes all the way down my neck.
She forces me to choke down some disgusting scones made at the local baker. The baker, down about five houses from mine. He is a very nice kind of guy but he doesn't make the highest quality food in the world. Most things the baker makes are okay, but the scones are horrible. He says he imports the batter for the scones from somewhere else in the country, but I always disagree to this because the scones have the same dark, grainy look to them as the rest of his creations. They have no taste to them except for a slight amount of bitterness. Besides them, nothing really stands out, except for his cakes. They are delicious with the perfect balance of sweetness. He actually uses his own batter for them unlike the rest of his creations which use a dark, floury dough made from the mill. Also, he creates a white frosting made from the milk of his young goat.
I get dressed with the sacks that I call clothes and walk out into the dining room. I see my older sister, one year older to be exact, eating the same plain scones I was, and see her small nose cringe upwards in disgust. At least she hates them as much as I do. I sit down at the chair near my sister and finish the second scone my mother has forced me to eat.
"Hurry up and finish your food and drink some water so you can have a good Acceptance day!" my mother orders.
"Do I have to drink all of the cup of water?" I ask. Our water is very unhealthy. It contains lots of sulfur and a little dirt. It's barely above health standards and it tastes revolting.
"Yes, you don't want to look weak during Acceptance day do you?" she questions. Ah, Acceptance day, I nearly forgot that it was today. Acceptance day is two days before school starts when your 16 years old. It's when you are tested for your skills towards the town.
"Ya'know what, I think your sister should take you to Acceptance day," my mother blurts out.
"What? Nonononononononononono. No," me and my sister both say, my sister muffled under her chewing.
"Yeah, it'll be fun!" my mother enthusiastically says.
My sister and I groan as we both walk out the door, first me, then her. We look out and smell the wonderful air of Hyrule.