Jillian Macmillan will be your teenage dream. (observationist) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-29 23:34:00 |
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Jill was an early riser, much to her parents' displeasure when she was young. It had always worked out in her favor, though, as she had aged. Always something of a self-starter, Jill had adapted easily to school schedules and in her adult life, a work schedule. So around seven thirty Tuesday morning, Jill woke easily, walking around the compound as she generally did to start her day, as she prepared to cook.
An hour after waking, she could be found in the kitchen, whisking quickly as she made the batter, both plain and chocolate chip, along with some bacon. Jumping back as the grease jumped from the pan, Jill wiped her arm along her head to see the time, nodding happily at her internal schedule. At almost a quarter to ten, she headed back to the block she called home for now, heading inside Zeta, basket on her arm, to find her friend.
Knocking firmly, Jill bounced on her toes, chewing her lip as she called out, "Good morning, Professor!"