[Good morning host! Or should I say Merry morning! It was a long night and it is going to be an even longer day. Merry Christmas! While you celebrate I want you to keep in mind that something big is coming]
Ego took one last glance at the mirror, adjusting his collar with a sigh. His dark eyes held a spark of determination, a hint of nerves tingling beneath the surface. Today was the day—the annual Christmas celebration at school, an event he looked forward to every year. But this time, he had overslept, disrupting his usual meticulous routine.
Hurrying out of his room, Ego dashed down the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the silent house. The faint smell of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the festivity awaiting him at school. He grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he bolted out the door.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!