User blog:Willownerd/A story im writing

Chapter One - Willow
Willow wakes up, the smell of pastries fill her nose. She sits up to see Digital next to her. the mane coon snoring peacefully. Willow smiles as she listens to the soft breathing from Digital. The morning was peaceful, birds chirped from outside the window and there were droplets of water encasing the window from the outside; proof it had rained.

She walked over to the fridge and opened it, the cold air rushing out and circling through Willow's fur. She sniffed the pastries that were held inside the fridge. None that were really considered breakfast foods were held in there, but she didn't care. She could eat anything anytime she wanted. She didn't believe in the "break fast window" or the "lunch window." Heck, she should eat a sandwhich at 7 and call it lunch.

Willow decided to grab a pancake she had stored in there. She kept it in the back to hide it from Digital. Pancakes were her favorite breakfast item and if Digital got to them first. Oh, she would practically explode. Willow worshipped pancakes. They were like a god to her. If anybody took the pancakes she'd been saving, they'd regret it.

Willow was watching the microwave count down. fourteen. thirteen.. twelve.. eleven.. As the numbers counted down she would count down in sync with the microwave. "four.. three.. two.. one.."

BEEP!

The microwave yelled at her. Willow grabbed the plateful of pancakes and cut them up into tiny square pieces. She drooled at the very sight of the delicious golden-brown cakes just begging her to eat them. After she poured the syrup ontop of them she scarfed them down. She sighed with satisfaction and decided that she would probably have a successful day of lounging around and doing nothing. After all, it was the summer. No school. The fact that there was no school was also something Willow seemed to worship. Oh, how she hated sitting in a classroom stuffed with peopl for 7 hours strait. The only good part of school was lunch. Which was where Willow just ate crab or other expensive foods she loved.

Willow looked over to Digital, the white and dark-gray she-cat was still snoozing, her glasses falling off of her nose. She smiled affectionately at Digital and straitened the glasses. ''Why don't you ever take off your glasses before you sleep? ''Her thought's echoed through her head. The movements that Willow preformed caused Digital to wake up so suddenly, Willow jumped back staring at Digital surprised.

"Oh, hi." Digital yawned, her glasses started sliding off her face again.

"H-Hey." Willow blushed slightly embarrassed that Digital witnessed her jumping.

"C'mon, now. Willow, you promised you wouldn't wake me." Digital was straitening her glasses and putting on her Gryffendor sweator. Her blue eyes stared at Willow.

"Hey! i was just straitening your glasses, like a friend." Willow said rasing her eyebrows at the maine coon. She was just trying to be a good friend!

Digital laughed. "Well, at least I know you care for me." She said and waved her tail at Willow as a signal to get her lazy fox butt off the ground and move out the door.

"C'mon! You promised me you would come with me to the fair!" Digital said as she was walking out the door.

''Is she even going to eat breakfast? ''Was the first thought that came to Willow's mind. Well, she might be going to the fair and live off of cotton candy while she's there. Digital and Willow wouldn't miss an opportunity for cotton candy. Cotton candy was a rare treat that they could get, especially since cotton candy makers were expensive and they don't sell cotton candy at the store.

"Alright!" Willow said and tied her lucky red balloon to her tail and plopped her bucket on the top of her head. Digital had painting black smiley faces on the two items she always wore. On the balloon, the paint had rolled down and mixed with the smile, making it look as though there was a black tear that rolled into the mouth.

Willow raced after Digital who didn't bother to wait for Willow. When she finally was beside the mane coon, she was panting.

"Would it kill you to-"

"The fair!" Digital interrupted Willow's sentence.

The fair was right there, in front of them. There were games, popcorn, and a ferris wheel! Both Digitala and Willow exchanged glances before sprinting into the fair. No time to pay to get in, they needed the cotton candy! Several security guards were a bit ruffled by the fact they sprinted past them and didn't get a good enough look of them in order to chase them down. When the guards turned around, they were already out of sight.

"Yeah!" Willow exclaimed as she and Digital raided the cotton candy. Willow took five pinks, a purple one she'd never tried before, and ten blues. Digital had taken ten pinks, two orange ones, and a blue.

They both began to munch on their delicate puffs of sugar while staring up at the fair. It wasn't beautiful, at least Willow wouldn't call it beautiful. You couldn't focus on one thing, there were too many flashing bright colors and everything was thrown in your face as though every stand wanted your attention at the same time. Digital, on the other hand would be appauled to see this. Her expression basically read her thoughts out loud, her eyes were wide and sparkling with amazement, she'd stopped eating her cotton candy to take a look at every flashing sign, every screaming mammal trying to gain passerby's attention and every tall cardboard tower that would just attract your attention only to redirect you to a smaller stand.

Willow sighed as though embarrasssed by Digital. Who would see this as amazing? It only hurt your eyes. And the pollution was the absolute worst! There were cups just thrown on the ground, plastic bags flying past them every five seconds and just random crap would appear in front of you, most of the time you didn't even know what it was, but you probably didn't want to touch it.

Willow groaned at everything, can they please go to a single stand and go back home, where there wasn't screaming mammals and flashing signs. It was too much to process and silence was her best friend at the moment.

WIP