User blog:Arya Elf/Here!

Okay, you may find this rather boring, but I enjoyed writing this. It's not my normal style, so don't judge me by this. I know it's a little girly, (The rest won't be, hopefully! =P) and I appologize for that, and any words that are not spelled right...=P And sorry that it isn't really finished... =P  BTW, take note that Zak Arya and Aravis are Triplets.

Arya opened her eyes. The room was still dark, and though she knew it wasn't quite morning, she couldn't go back to sleep. She sighed, then rolled the covers off of her and sat up, careful not to bonk her head on the bunk above hers that belonged to her sister, Aravis. Arya grabbed her glasses from of the nightstand located near her bed, and put them on. She crept quietly across the floor, not wanting to wake her sister. Aravis groaned and rolled over, and Arya smiled slightly. She turned the doorknob to their room, and slipped out into the open hallway. She started down the hall, passing many doors. The first was Bubsey and Zak's room, the next Olivia's, then Sharpie's room, and then her parents. She passed each of these until she came to a glass door at the end of the hallway. Arya peered through the clear door, her breath fogging up the glass. She stared hard for a moment, trying to make out shapes. Snow! She thought, as she caught the shimmer of white. She ran quietly down another hall to the kitchen, where she discovered her father, odly enough, cooking breakfast. "Good morning Arya!" He greeted her. Arya went over and gave him a hug. "Say, while you're here, you don't think you could set the table, do you?" He asked, winking at her. Arya mock-groaned, but set the table without further complaint. "Uncle Gary will be here soon! He just got back from his vacation, and he wants to see all of you." Arya nearly squealed with delight. "At what time?" She asked. Her father stood there for a few moments, thinking, then he flipped the bacon and replied. "At four o'clock. That gives you enough time to get your school done!" He remarked. Arya grinned, and then ran back to her room. She climbed up to Aravis' bed, and began shaking her sister. Aravis groaned again and pulled her pillow over her head. "Aravis! Uncle Gary is coming!" And with that, Aravis sat up and stared at Arya.