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"The Unexpected Gift" by _dezygurl_
“Arrgghhhhuuuughhhh!!” Athaleas grunts and groans as she stretches in bed. Sliding her head out from underneath her pile of pillows, she manages to open one eye and attempts to check the time on her alarm clock. 6:55 AM it reads. “Really?” she grumbles aloud, “I had FIVE more minutes to sleep. Those five minutes mattered!” She slowly slithers both legs off the edge of the bed and sits up. Continuing to stretch her arms toward the sky, Athaleas staggers to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. No matter your species, Athaleas will tell you “skin care is vital to maintaining a youthful glow.” “Honey! Is that you? You’re up early!” a muffled voice shouts from below. “Come down when you can, I have something SPECIAL waiting for you!” That’s Brennie, Athaleas’ mom. She’s one of those outgoing, bubbly mothers who is overly sweet, extremely chatty, and definitely a morning person. “Who else would it be?” Athaleas mutters to herself. Her father Elex was on a business trip halfway around the world of Neopia and wouldn’t be returning for at least another three days. Athaleas still couldn’t understand why that job couldn’t wait. It was her special week, after all.




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