"Alice! Come down to breakfast!" Tallulah Cried, Alice was busy sketching a "better" version of the streetlight, she knew it would fail, she was 13 after all. She sighed and ran off to the diner, where a sloppy pile of hot pancakes topped with berries greeted her. She looked at her phone, '8:30, June 18th.' It's summer break, she forgot, she powered off her phone and picked up her utensils to start eating the fancy food her mother whipped up in a half hour.