As any given weekday would show, Vyska woke up much earlier then Caith. Early morning seminary began at 6 AM and Vyska had to be ready for it. She didn't want to be, but Mom insisted she wake up.
A bucket of cold water hit Vyska. Mom stood over her, realizing she had lost her grip on the bucket.
"Whasawhosat," yelled Vyska.
"Time to get up," yelled Mom.
Vyska stared out at the world. Wondering if she truly deserved any of this. Her bed was a 3 bed bunk bed, though she was the only one who slept on it. The other two beds were covered with stuffed animals of mostly rabbit form. Her clothes were lying on the floor, the clean pile and dirty pile was confusing her mind this early.
She put on her clothes quickly, it seemed the thing to do.
Aerick was in the bathroom shaving. The shaver rattled and hummed as it slowly vaporized his facial hairs.
Mom was moving around, getting everything ready, with Piddles the dog following after her like a bored 3 year old. Mom reached for everything on the shelves, or grabbed buckets to stand on. She was after all a real life Hobbit.
Aerick got out soon enough, and Vyska quickly jumped into the cleaner. It spat her back out mostly dry once again. Her make up had to be rushed, it was always rushed.
Mom was in her best teachers outfit, and Vyska and Aerick tried looking casual but formal. Which they all failed at in some way or another.
Dad wished them all luck as they hopped into the minivan. It didn't start until Mom threatened something under her breath. No one is willing to say what was said to it. It started right off and even seemed to move a little faster then usual.
Mom taught the Seniors and the Freshman, which meant she had Aerick in her class. He didn't say much on what was being learned. The lesson was Acts 3-5 and was taught very well. Or so Mom says.
Vyska's class was filled with bubbly teenage girls talking a million miles a second, rarely on subject.
Finally, Aerick and Vyska headed to Hell.
