How can Grace Lavine, a 17 year old Senior, bring back everything she lost without even knowing that she'd already became a murderer in just a blink of an eye?
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Jennifer
I got out of my room by a sound that woke me up from my sleep. Although it kinda caused a good effect, it's still annoying.
Yawning, I came out of my room, and Grace's opened door greeted my the morning.
With nothing to be worried about, my heart felt slightly frantic. Since the things that happened during her sleepwalking days, I still can't stay still.
"Grace?" I mutter her name but nobody answered as I slowly stepped inside her room.
Her bed was already fixed. That's something not to worry about.
I walked back to the hallway and descended the stairs, heading over to the kitchen where my stomach is dragging me.
As my slippers flap on our stairs, an impact from wood can be heard, something close to chopping on a wooden board.
Not that long, I arrived inside and was surprised to see Grace, chopping carrots this early in the morning.
"Grace? Honey? What are you doin—" my words are cut when she jolted in surprise, followed by a grunt.
She sucked her teeth as she squeezes her finger. "Honey, what happened?"
I checked her finger and saw a cut that bleeds but was not that severe. Although, I can't let that pass. I immediately grabbed a band-aid and wrapped it all around her left hand's pointy finger.
She continues sucking her teeth which worries me. "Still hurts?"
"Yeah, a bit but —" she took a breath. "— I think it's alright"
"Why are you dicing carrots this time of the day, honey? That's my job" I asked.
"I mean, it only a few times when I got the chance to cook for you this time of the morning because of school so — I was planning on cooking you something for breakfast"
"But carrots? Really? Carrots?"
"That's what I can't figure out — what to cook" she chuckles as her eyes stare at the vegetable lying around the wooden chopping board.
I sighed. "Well, you know what — let me teach you how to cook a simple vegetable soup"
She squeals and hops her way towards the fridge.
"Grab me more carrots and potatoes. Some pork as well if you wouldn't mind" I requested as I started dicing the vegetables.
Our morning proceeded. We've made mistakes, especially Grace but she got the hang of it. After an absolute tiring hour, she finally cooked the semi-perfect pork stew I absolutely loved.
