AN: I am doing a second chapter, because I can. Also, I hope my grammar is better!
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Zelda woke up the next day, computer on her stomach and dead from not being charged for so long. The blonde (she had decided to bleach it this time since red really didn't agree with her) girl sighed and sat up, setting the poor thing on her bedside table. Swinging her legs out of bed, legs partially tangled in her fluffy blue blankets, she quickly took a shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Zelda!" Came a booming voice, causing her to jump and spin around. In the doorway of her room, the door off its hinges once again, stood her father. "Have you been up all night on your computer?" He just about screamed. Zelda stared at him with irritation, wondering if he really needed to yell so loud. "Maybe. I was working on a project!" She exclaimed.
Yes, a fanfiction where Zelda beats up Link...repeatedly. Project made it sound better.
He scowled. "I think until you can be more responsible I should revoke your laptop privileges!" He exclaimed before swiftly crossing the room and snatching up the laptop. Zelda gaped at him as he left, stunned. "Wh-what?" She sputtered a bit late. Her heart thumped as she thought of her unfinished story and how long it would take to finish. "I can't wait a day!" She exclaimed to herself and stepping over her fallen door into the hallway toward the kitchen where she grabbed a pop tart and stuck it into her mouth.
"What am I supposed to do all day?" She wondered aloud. "How about spend some time with your friends instead of waiting for them to break into your house?" Said a voice behind her. Zelda sighed and turned to look at Impa, head of the guards of the Hyrule mansion. Zelda shrugged. "I don't know, outside has too many...bugs." she said shuddering. Impa laughed and grabbed Zelda by the arm and dragging her toward the front door. "Until you have spent at least four hours outside I am not letting you back in. " she said opening the door and shoving the girl outside before she could complain.
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Very short, but I plan on making this awesome, funny, and pretty dang cool.