Dawnthekilller

_________________________ and Katherina were looking over the side of a ship. It was neither their first time on a ship but this was definitely their first time on a non pirate ship. Whitebeard thought it was a good idea to have the girls go on something a little less conspicuous and Jango and Marco agreed. So they drove to a ferry that was going to take them to the town in North Blue where the Pretty Soldier Festival was going to be held. It was a beautiful summer day and nice and plenty warm with a very soft breeze. The ship was riddled with Pretty Soldier fans, young and old, boy and everything in between. There were girls from many walks of life with their invited best friends or siblings or caretakers. The festival was going to be a long four day weekend and they were going to stay at an inn nearby. The girls could hardly contain themselves. Jango and Jozu watched on as they excitedly talked about the latest chapter. “I didn’t see that coming!” said __________________ “I

The sun shone into __________________’s room onto her face. She groaned and placed her hands over face and rolled over. Usually she was up and ready to go but it was summer and she spent most of the night planning and playing video games since the ribbon twirling academy was out for the summer. She rolled out of bed, freshened up and headed downstairs. She could smell breakfast. “Hey look who’s finally up!” said Curiel, “Hey kiddo!” “Morning,” she said sleepily “Morning sleepyhead,” said Thatch chuckling, “Long night?” “Mhm~” he chuckled. “We figured so we made sure to put your breakfast to the side. Wash up and go downstairs,” She freshened up in the bathroom and came downstairs. Marco was reading the paper and having his morning coffee, Pops was on his second helping of breakfast with River in his lap who was happily munching on bacon and eggs. “Morning!” “Hey little lady!” “What’s for breakfast?” “Thatch made omelets, yours is still hot, yoi,” “Thanks Marco!” she

_________________________ and Katherina were looking over the side of a ship. It was neither their first time on a ship but this was definitely their first time on a non pirate ship. Whitebeard thought it was a good idea to have the girls go on something a little less conspicuous and Jango and Marco agreed. So they drove to a ferry that was going to take them to the town in North Blue where the Pretty Soldier Festival was going to be held. It was a beautiful summer day and nice and plenty warm with a very soft breeze. The ship was riddled with Pretty Soldier fans, young and old, boy and everything in between. There were girls from many walks of life with their invited best friends or siblings or caretakers. The festival was going to be a long four day weekend and they were going to stay at an inn nearby. The girls could hardly contain themselves. Jango and Jozu watched on as they excitedly talked about the latest chapter. “I didn’t see that coming!” said __________________ “I

Dad watched __________________ hovering over stove making homemade chocolates for Valentine’s Day. He watched her experiment with hot foods and chocolate for the past few days. He watched her used cayenne pepper, wasabi, and other things to make filling for chocolate truffles. The kitchen was a heat zone and he stayed clear but often checked out of curiosity. “Whatcha making?” “Truffles for Kacchan,” “Oh, him,” he frowned. “Dad be nice,” “I’m just saying! So exploding dick likes spicy foods?” “Mhm! So I decided to make a wasabi infused cream that’ll give a kick and aid with the chocolate’s sweetness but I don’t want to make them too spicy, you know?” he popped one into his mouth. He let the chocolate melt and that was when he felt it. “These are perfect! You won’t know until you let it linger a bit!” “Thanks Dad!” “I thought you bought chocolate yesterday,” “Those are for friends. I’m making these special for Kacchan,” “Kacchan?” Dad snorts. “Don’t make fun!”

You groggily walked down the hallways of your high school. You fixed yourself some coffee this morning, but the cheap caffeine from home did little to help battle this fatigue you felt from the hours you had to work. You worked as a maid for a local motel in the city. Since they knew your family and knew you needed the money, they allowed you to work hours that weren't technically legal for a minor. In class, you were ecstatic to finally have a place to lay your head down. Though later on the teacher might try and tell you otherwise, you were tired and couldn't find a good enough reason to care. "Aww, lookie. It's (name)." The girlish voice coming from the male high school student made you cringe. You lifted your head in the slightest to catch a glance of the brunette. Though he was a year and a half older than you, you both had been in the same grade since middle school. His name was Tyler. The green eyed boy held much power over the high school, considering his father held some

Germania's Valentine's Day The women of the neighbor have been the best homemakers all around. In fact, a lot of tips, tricks, and hints were coming from their fellow housewife/ grandpa, Germania Beilschmidt, who after joining quilting circle, knitting circle, and other things, was often there to give the women sagely advice about easier ways to make things, having a home clean without the effort, just so they can have more than enough time to themselves to go back to bed, get their shopping done, and get a sense of themselves again. In fact, most of their homemaking tips came from Germania who spent most of us day reading Women’s Day magazines and find shortcuts for some of those tedious tasks using crock pots and old German recipes modified for American tastes. “Germania you are a lifesaver!” said Gertrude, “Baking soda and vinegar for a bathroom?! It only took me only ten minutes in there! Especially with the boys not cleaning up after themselves!” “That’s nothing compared to