Summoned-Thoughts

At the end of the cul-de-sac stood a girl in front of her camouflaged garage. Blond hair up in a bun from early morning ballet, a small chocolate smudge on her chic black jacket from her rushed breakfast of crêpes and somewhat cook omelets with a little bit of tea to swallow the whole. Her mother screaming in the background shouting at her to eat fast and her father for wearing such a hideous tie and that she didn't care if he was going for the 'au natural' look, she was not going to be seen with him at the restaurant. But they were late so she rushed her father out the door screaming "Adieu" over her shoulder and then slamming the door.