Juneberry
Hakuna matata
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Chloe sat far away from her brother, reluctant to even be on the plane. Her eyes were closed as she wrote on a notepad, neatly placed on top of a cookbook on the pull out tray in front of her. Her only reason for going to the city was her aunt's wedding, thus why her brother was also on the plane. However, her hatred for him never diffused even for such an event, thus she avoided him at all costs. Her hand scribbled on the notebook various ingredients, since she had been given the opportunity to cook the wedding cake. "There's so much to buy," She told herself silently. Did she even have the budget to get these things?
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Shawn sat in the back of the plane, grumbling slightly to himself. He was sitting near someone with a laptop, though of course he knew little about them, being a stranger. He silently stared at a book in front of him, but it was apparently not very useful for his needs. It was a medical book, filled with knowledge he couldn't tolerate at that moment. His sister's earlier rant had still frustrated him.
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Two siblings sat side by side, meanwhile. The brown-haired boy was writing on a musical staff, his band having a gig in the city that he had to go to. He was writing new notes and lyrics every second on the paper. As he spoke allowed, he could see the confused expression out of the corner of his eye that took his blue-haired sister's face. "What's wrong, sis?"
"The cake...It looks so plain, yet it's so sweet." She looked at him blankly, taking another bite and chewing. "By the way, your humming is hard to comprehend..."
"You find anything that isn't based on numbers hard to comprehend, Flute." It was ironic that way. He, the one named after who knew what, could follow the illogical ideas in songs like it was nothing. His sister, however, who could be named after an instrument when her name was shortened, found anything not based on numbers far from understandable.
"Oh," The boy noted, looking to the attendant. "Can we get some more cake here?" He got a nod, causing him to hear a sigh.
"Why do I need to eat more cake? I haven't even finished this slice..."
"Sis, you know what the doctor said. Constant sugar is good in your case. Your blood sugar could bottom out any second otherwise." Of course, the only reason she was even going was because her brother needed her to be with him for safety. But really, why would a master of herbal medicine and poison have an interest in the music that made no logical sense?
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Posted 03-18-2011, 08:08 PM
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