"Morning, Conscience," Alan sang.
Alan always sings in the morning.
"Don't you start, Alan," My ears were still ringing from the New Year's party last night. My parents always turned the music up super loud. Last night was January 1st, 2030.
"You guys want some breakfast?" Dad said, a smile spread across his face.
"Sure," said Alan. He was on his phone texting someone. I leaned over to see who it was; Alan was texting Izabella Karter (his girlfriend) about going out to Dance Castle tonight. Dance Castle is a five-star restaurant that they like goin go to. I never liked the food there, they put too much salt on everything.
Alan looked up at me, "Hey, stop looking at my texts."
I looked away, and saw my mom walk into the kitchen.
She was in her light purple nightgown, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. She helped Dad take out the cinnamon rolls and warm them up in the oven. I'm twenty but I live with my parents because I haven't told them about my girlfriend Aura Darkly yet.
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Love and Conscience
FantasyConscience Herra is a twenty eight year old still living with her parents because she can't find the courage to tell them the truth.
