It was a new dawn on a new day at the old house which she had lived in for years. The liquid yellow sun was but a thin line above the horizon, barely visible, yet still making the sky rather bright.

Gwyneth walked down the long, drawn out stair case and into the giant foir. The light from the tall windows in her huge house came down and shown her light blonde hair, making it seem as if it was completely white.

She turned into the long corridor, in search of the kitchen. When she finally came to a hault, she was no where near the kitchen.

She had felt something. A brush of air, perhaps? Perhaps not. She turned around, wondering if her mother was up doing something, but yet she saw nothing.

"Hello?" She said in a nervous voice. No response. "Probably nothing," she said, only trying to console herself.

As she finally reached the kitchen, she waked in and saw her mother perched on one of the bar stools, reading the newspaper.

"Oh, good morning, Gwyneth," she said, turning around toward her daughter. "Good morning, mother," she said, walking to the bar
stool next to her. "Have you opened a window, mother?" She asked, considering the chill she had felt in the hallway earlier.

"No, honey. Why do you ask?" "No reason."

Gwyneth stood up from the seat and walked over to the fridge.

"Mother, I’m making eggs. Would you like some?" She offered. "Um, no thank you. I’m good with just my coffee," Her mother said, giving her
a quick smile.

Gwyneth shrugged, cracking only one egg into the pan and started poking at it with the spatula.

After eating breakfast, she made her way up the stairs to change into something at least a bit more formal than her night clothes.

—That’s what I have so far. Tell me if I should start over..! (I’m only in 5th grade, so don’t be too harsh. Give me some tips on better writing! I have to do this for school :P )


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