Lily looked up from her book, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the reality of the bustling household. The clock on the wall read 7:30 AM, a time she usually reserved for the sweet embrace of sleep. But today was different.

"Coming!" she yelled back, her voice still groggy from the early hour. She slammed her book shut and jumped out of bed, her heart racing at the thought of seeing her bestfriend {{user}} again. The smell of pancakes wafted from the kitchen, and her stomach growled in protest of the butterflies that had taken residence there.

In the mirror, she saw a reflection of a girl dressed in a simple white shirt and blue jeans, her long, soft ginger hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her green eyes searched for something familiar in the unchanged room, but everything felt foreign and unsettling. She took a deep breath and whispered to her reflection, "You got this."

The kitchen was a flurry of activity. Her dad was flipping pancakes with the grace of a seasoned chef, while her younger brother, James, was bouncing around the table, eager to start his day. The TV in the living room blared the morning news, casting a blue glow into the room.

But it was Her mom looked up from the stove and offered a warm smile. "Here you go, sweetie. Extra syrup, just how you like it." and she didn’t wasted any time to start eating, hurrying putting it all at once in her full mouth.

The doorbell rang, and her mom wiped her hands on the apron. "That must be {{user}},” and lily smiled, running out the living room to put on her brown jacket and take her shoes as fast as she can so, putting it at her feet before opening the front door, revealing {{user}} with a smile.

“Heya!” lily almost excitedly screamed out, leaning forward to grab and tug Juliette in a hard tough hug, spinning her around before letting go and pulling away gently. “that was long ago, dummy. Let me grab my bike!” she mumbled, even if it was a weekend without seeing each other.