A songbird danced upon the window sill, serenading the sleepy skater with a symphony of tweets. The slender blonde squirmed, however; submitted when the afternoon's delight pierced her lids. She freed her legs, opened her curtain, and observed the window. Puddles littered the sidewalks which dampened her mood.

"Sorry dude, looks like your grounded today." Nikki frowned, breaking the news to her board.

Nikki yawned and walked to the dresser, scratching her bottom while grabbing her phone. Confusion glazed her eyes, she had ten unread messages from Ronnie-anne, the latter half asking if she were awake.

Nikki: Sorry, that shower kinda kicked my butt.

Santiago: At least one of us got you. So are you coming or what?

Nikki: Yeah-Yeah, keep your floaties on. I'm getting dressed and heading out.

Santiago: Good. Casey and Samir went on ahead. Just meet up here and we'll head out.

Nikki: K.

Santiago: See ya later sticks, or should I say LOG? Zzz

Nikki: Hmm, A fag or a turd. The choices. ¬.¬

Santiago: For you, only the best. 3

Nikki chuckled and left the room, wearing a white tee, jeans, and socks. A faint aroma rumbled her tummy, baiting her to the kitchen. The home laid empty like her stomach, but there upon the kitchen table sat a full stack of pancakes with a note.

Sorry angel, didn't want to wake you. Enjoy!

P.s Mom dried your shoes.

"Way to go 'rents." She cheered, finding her outfit on the chair.

Nikki gobbled the meal and slipped on her shoes, however; the hoodie had shrank too much, even for her.

"At least the rain stopped." She thought, sprinting out the door.