Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for the flurry of kind, helpful comments. Thank you so very much. Now on to business, per request, this chapter is going contain as many character details and fun facts on Meredith as I can squeeze in. This is to be a pure fluff chapter. It's going to be so fluffy, you could put it on a stick and mistake it for cotton candy. Just so you are aware, this was a hard chapter for me, I don't like writing bits into stories that lack purpose. But, since this is what you, the readers, asked for, I'll write it. Here are two things I couldn't fit into this chapter.

1. How did I come up with the name Meredith? I found it when I was reading through a book of names (of course). something I recomend to any author in need of character names. Meredith means "Protector of the Sea" which I thought was totally awsome. Her full name is Meredith Orchid Falan. Before you ask, I like orchids.

2. Meredith can be very cynical and distrusting, so, much of the time, she purposfully withholds information from others.

On to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the books mentioned in this chapter. I just love to read them. I don't own any of the songs either.

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. I actually got out of bed before my alarm had been ringing for five minutes, which is unusual, because I am NOT a morning person. After I got up, I washed my face, watered my moon orchid (Yeah, I like my middle name, as a name and a flower), and checked my eye color. Green, wonderful! You see, I have a system. If my eyes are green, I'll have a great day, blue makes for an average day, and gray makes for a bad day. It's actually a pretty accurate system. Next I pulled on my school uniform, a navy shirt, a khaki skirt (I swear I'm the only girl at school that wears a skirt that goes below her knees), navy knee socks, and shoes. I remembered the key/locket and quickly clipped it around my neck. Then I started brushing my hair. My hair is blonde, not white blond, but a golden blonde, really, it looks like gold. When I stand in the sun, it has a kind of mesmerizing affect on most of the girls in my grade, a "must braid" affect if you will. Brushing my hair can be a lengthy process, as it reaches all the way to my lower back, and I won't be cutting it any time soon.

I hurried downstairs, just in time to be nearly trampled by my little sister, Tara. She and I are exact opposites. She's always hyper and in a rush, and I'm calm and take life slowly. She likes sports, I don't. She likes red, I like blue. Any decision we have to make together is impossible, but I love her anyway. By the time I waved she was already out the door. I calmly sat down and ate breakfast while I read Someone named Eva, just one in my stack of one, two... five books. Then, my dad was ready to leave so I dropped a tea bag in my favorite canteen and filled it with boiling water. I grabbed my book bag and lunch box and rushed out the door to my dad's car.

When I got to school, I first stopped by my locker, then headed to Math. I'm good at math (I was a year ahead in it even before my, uh, injury), but I've never liked it. It lacks creativity, all the answers are set. Now I breeze through most of school. I don't even listen, and, unfortunately, I get bored. My habit of biting my nails has increased and I've started making up new languages and theories, etc., etc., anything to pass the time. But now I'm speeding ahead, back here in my story I still listened, gulped my tea and sat there being very, very bored. I mean, why, listen to a lecture on methods of finding x, when you can already do quadratic equations in your head?

After Math, I quickly moved to English, and then to History. I read as I walked from class to class. Someone Named Eva was replaced by Reefsong. Finally, it was time for lunch, I met up with my friends, Hannah and Cloe, and we quickly moved to our usual table. We all promptly sat down and opened our books. A few other kids sat down, also with books and we all read (and ate) until the bell rang. Then I moved quickly through Science, Latin, and P.E.. At last, it was time for Art. I really like Art, it doesn't have answers so I'm not bored by it. That day, we got to use watercolor (my favorite medium). I painted swirls of blue and green and purple, then watched as they soaked into the paper. Too soon, class was over. I was pulled through the halls in the currents of students rushing for the doors. It was time to go home. I climbed into my mom's car and we went home.

Upon arrival, I made myself a snack,(made probably isn't the best term for eating peanut butter off a spoon) and ate it while reading my all-time favorite book, The Patron Saint of Butterflies. (I'm not reading the books this quickly, though I do read fast, I'm just swapping around. I'm a multi-reader and a multi-tasker). After my snack, I brewed myself a cup of tea,(vervaine tea is my favorite, but I like almost any sort, except mint. Mint anything gives me headaches.) and get a cup of ice (another bad habit, I like to suck on pieces of ice). I carried both cups back to my room and started on my homework. It was so easy! My new skills were definitely coming in handy. Then Tara got home, she turned on her favorite music, which you and I know as all the music I don't like (anything not considered classical or from the twenty first century), so I put in my ear buds, yelled "Turn down that infernal racket that's supposed to pass for music, and turned up Tchaikovsky. I quickly finished my homework.

Now I had some free time before my aerial acrobatics classes. I could work on the blanket I was knitting, make some jewelry (I'm actually quite good at designing necklaces), draw, write, play with my dog, Coconut (I want some cats too, but my dad is allergic), or read some more. I decided to read and knit. I did say I could multi-task.

About an hour later...

"Meredith, time to go," my mom shouted.

"Coming!" I yelled back. It was time for my aerial acrobatics classes.

When we arrived, I began as usual by stretching. Then I moved on to the aerial silks. I'm not by any standards muscular, I'm really very slim, actually, scrawny is a better word. I was then only 4 ft. 8in, but I was still growing. I weighed maybe 70 pounds. Despite my appearance, I can still pull myself around the silks spinning and dropping. It's so fun. Then I moved of to the lyra and finished up with the trapeze. I was, by this point, exhausted. My mom drove me home, then I took a shower and went to bed, but not to sleep. I had to talk to Somni.

There you go! a bunch of details, hobbies, etc. A big change is coming up (and a time jump) so I didn't go into detail on age and school, you'll just have to wait. I actually do aerial acrobatics, so I may use some confusing terms. Google holds the answers. Sorry if this chapter seems rushed, it was. It was also last minute. All the books mentioned, I highly reccomend. Oh and school starts next week for me so I will be writing less frequently, but I will try. I blame all typos on time, for moving too quickly.