Sun day

What is the best thing that awaits a person in the morning? Maybe a cool shower or a run at five in the morning, or maybe freshly brewed coffee? Lying in a warm crib until the exit? Each person has a different morning and there is something ideal for everyone. For Emily, it’s to get out of bed and not flip through the archives. This is the real beautiful morning that Emily dreams of every night when she goes to bed. - Emily, pizza and matryoshkas — said the dark-haired girl. — Didn’t you be nervous in your sleep today either? Great, I’m breaking records, five more days and everything can be celebrated. The joyful girl got up from a soft bed covered with bed linen with small dinosaurs and went to the kitchen for a morning portion of sedatives. Entering the kitchen, the sun’s rays falling through the window fell on the white wooden utensils of the room, made in the style of cozy American kitchens. They reflected from her and shot in the eyes of a short girl, as if finally waking her up from her sleep. Involuntarily squinting, she mechanically covered her face with her hands so that the light would definitely not blind her. “It’s hard to go blindly, but it’s impossible,” the girl thought to herself and went to the window from memory. Feeling the curtain, she interrupted the flow of the river of sunlight into the room, which made the room much darker. Opening her eyes, her eyes fell on a dark-colored curtain, needed especially for such cases. “So it seems to be washed,” Emily thought, turning around. Now the whole kitchen was open to her eyes, cute like dramas, but with a style like in the states. A rectangular white wooden table, under which there are also colored plush chairs with colored pillows on them. A round carpet and a small mess on the kitchen countertop add home comfort to the room, and the smell of cookies absorbed into all the furniture make you think that in addition to the girl, there is a cute old woman living in the house, but unfortunately or fortunately the girl lives alone. Approaching the table top, Emily took the pills she needed. Pulling each one out of the package in turn, she swallows them in one gulp without water, while frowing at the disgusting taste. After this daily procedure, she goes to the bathroom, along a bright corridor, looking into her room on the way and taking a voice recorder, an indispensable thing in her life, like a dream in the life of cats. The morning routine is so long and long that Emily likes it. Remembering every little thing, every feeling, every moment, as if it were the last day in your life, is quite tiring, but that’s what makes her feel alive, not a computer with a broken hard drive or other memory device, but a living person. All the bath cases fly by as quickly as milk escapes from the gas while you run to the toilet, and again the girl goes to the archive, if you can call it that. This room looks like a huge library packed in a small room. Every school library envies such a volume and updating of books, it’s just a pity that books are not fiction or scientific literature, but an autobiography of every day, week, year to this day. The girl reached for one of these books. On the crust with a white marker created for drawing graffiti, “23.12.2014” was written. In general, each had a specific date, which describes the day for this date. - So what happened on December 23? Hmm… We’ll read sometime at recess, I hope I’m not late, I don’t want to explain myself to teacher Burr again. — the girl said to herself, leaving the room and putting the book on her head on the go, as they teach princesses in cartoons. Out of habit, looking at the wall clock in the corridor is an important part of the day to convince you that you are not late, but not today. — 7:24? Seriously? ****** - Where the hell are you? — the girl shouted into the phone - Yes, I run, I run — Emily answered with shortness of breath - Hey Amy, it’s okay, you shouldn’t run. - Beth… If I… I’ll be late… Then he… Me with elts… Siest - He’s gone yet, don’t run, stop and go calmly. - I don’t promise anything, huh - How did you even know how to oversleep, you wake up in 3 years. - I don’t know, I haven’t heard the alarm clock at all, okay, if it comes, I’ll tell the doctor, but I’ll come over so that he doesn’t set the alarm, okay? - everything is for you, okay, I’ll put the phone down - see you - see you. Despite her friend’s benevolent order, Emily continued to run, she doesn’t like to be late. Cityscapes are changing rapidly before her eyes. Amy doesn’t think about anything, she just runs like a robot, on a machine, so to speak. Her heart starts pounding even faster when she runs to her beloved and hated building at the same time — the “school”. There are no people in the yard, everyone was in class. The sun inadvently burned my head, which made my head spin. The first sign to stop and take a pill, which is what she does. Of course, it’s disgusting to be late, but reading long-term archives and memorizing it’s even worse. When the pill jumped over the “barrier” and almost got stuck in the throat in the stomach, she again continued her work, from which the irreparable almost happened. Standing in front of the closed door of the office from which the annoying voice of Mr. Burr can be heard. The hand moves slowly towards it and clamps into a fist. The last attempts to take all your will into a fist in order to knock and… - Wow, Emily Blood is the first time I see you late, it will probably snow today. — a tall middle-aged man with already gray hair turned to Emily, to which she turned as if she had seen her nightmare, not the class teacher. -I’m sorry, Professor Grizzly. - okay, you can do it once. By the way, I wanted to talk, if you’re not going to enter the office, please. — said the man, pointing to the door opposite, closing his office. - is it about being late? If so, I promise it won’t happen again, I promise, I’m sorry. — the girl said, actively gesturing with her hands, which made it look a little funny. - I know it won’t happen again, I’m the best student. It’s about Hayeon University. - What’s wrong with her? — Amy said - So you don’t want to go there? - who said I don’t want to - then come in, — said the professor, opening the door and letting Emily in. The office was not big, but also small. It’s spacious, but you definitely won’t be able to dance ballet if you don’t want to fly into the wall with your face. The dark furniture did not darken the office, but visually enlarged it, although it even emphasized all the stateliness of a person who hangs out here almost all working day, except for lunchtime. The professor gestured to the chair and they simultaneously landed with fifth points on the seats of their chairs - well… Emily, how are you doing with your studies? - great as usual. What’s up with Hayeon? - Have you already chosen which university to enter? - Well, I was thinking about Hayeon, but the passing score there is very high. And the testing is too difficult for admission. I’m afraid they won’t take me there, and I have health problems, it’s unlikely that they need such a thrinter in the back… That is, trouble on the head. — Emily spoke openly with the professor, she considered him almost an uncle. He always treated her well and it’s not because she forgets everything. Her parents were friends with him, so he looks after her. - then pack your suitcase, Seoul is waiting. - it’s unlikely, Professor Grizzly, you think too highly of me. I won’t even collect 30 points on the testing. - and who said that you will pass? - and who ordered that I won’t? - me, but why? - How do you know, Professor Grizzly? - Your beloved uncle Ben talked to the management of your favorite university, and you, as the best student of our school, will not pass this test. — Professor Grizzly said, watching Amy’s reaction, with his favorite grin a la “your uncle Ben will move mountains for you” -Ha-ha, great joke, Uncle Ben. I’m not 10 years old, I don’t buy such jokes anymore, and in general I’ll be offended by you now and you’ll have to buy me five kilograms of mint ice cream. - Are you offended, Amy, when I joked with you like that? - last Friday, when we were at your place and watched a movie with Aunt Bella and Jack. - I don’t remember such a thing - Uncle Ben, I have memory problems, not you,” Amy said sweetly mockingly. -No, now I’m telling the truth, and in general now I’ll be offended and you’ll buy me ice cream. - okay, okay, Professor Grizzly, — the girl was about to get up from the chair when she received a notification on her phone. - who writes? — the professor said again with the same smile, changing his face grimace to overplayedly serious - I don’t know… It came to the post office… — the girl answered as she entered her mail. — dear, Emily Blood, — Amy read loudly with intonation, as if there was nothing interesting there for her beloved uncle, — congratulations on your admission to Haiyeon University, you have successfully passed our commission. You can attack… TO STUDY FROM THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR?! WHAT?! — the girl read the message again, but already to herself. - and I told you, now you owe me ice cream. - UNCLE BEN AAA, I’m so happy, thank you very much — the girl exclaimed, to which she received “shsh” from her uncle and climbed to hug him through a huge black table. — My heart is about to jump out with joy. - it’s calmer this way, otherwise you’ll forget now, and I’ll have to tell you again, huh — the professor didn’t joke evilly when answering the hugs, — so Miss Blood, you’re actually having a lesson. Have you not forgotten that I will not cover you for absences? - And for sure… Thanks again. Well, I’m going to buy so much ice cream. — Amy said letting go of her uncle from her hugs and pretendingly sad. — Well, I went to class… by the way, will you come to me with my aunt and Jack to celebrate today? -Of course, but I won’t write off the debt from you, young lady - of course, of course — the girl said with a stupid smile, walking towards the exit from the office, making a cross with her legs - I see everything - See you, Uncle Ben. — the girl already shouted, closing the door. - that’s a small infection. — said the professor, rejoicing for the girl.