It was early in the morning when you woke up. You look over your night table to see the time: 6:30am. Ugh, of course I forgot to set my alarm. Wait...Where's Ellie? You frantically looked around the room from where you are laying.
"Ellie! Ellie!" You called out.
"What! What!" She cried out from your desk.
"Oh there you are. I thought you ran away or something happened. What were you even doing over there...and where did you get that clothing?"
"Well after losing my only outfit yesterday I decided I needed to make myself my own. I appreciate the one you gave me but these fit my style more."
"Oh wow. How did you sew it together though?"
"Lots...Lots of patience. Now, don't we have school today?"
"Oh, right. Let me go get ready."
You drag yourself out of bed and start walking towards the bathroom when you hear Ellie again.
"Hey, can you bring me with you? I need to get ready too." The request took you aback a little
"You do know I need to change right? I don't care if you come along but I don't think you want to see me like that."
"No no no, I wasn't going to watch. I'm not like that."
"Ok, if you insist."
You walk back into the room and pick up Ellie, placing her on your shoulder. You exit your room again and head across the hall to the bathroom. Ellie jumped off and pulled some stuff out of her pockets. You looked closely at them.
"You had time to make a toothbrush and brush as well?"
"Well of course. Can't be unhygienic."
"True. Now let me get my stuff done."
Ellie obliged, turning away to start brushing her teeth. After watching for a second, you climb in the shower and unclothe.
Once you finish, you peek out around the curtain and see Ellie looking the the mirror. You grab a towel and climb out of the shower. She looks away from the mirror.
"Is it ok to look?"
"Yes, I have a towel." She looks back at you and sighs.
You awkwardly try to get dressed and then brush your teeth. After doing so, you pick up Ellie again and run into your room, scooping up your backpack. As you headed toward the door, you thought of something.
"Hey, you're going to need to hide somewhere, aren't you? I'm not quite sure how people are going to take to seeing a 4 inch person on my shoulder."
"Oh, right...I guess I could go in your backpack for now. Let me just jump in." You feel her stand on your shoulder and make her way down to your backpack, pulling the zipper open and climbing in. "Ok, I'm all set I guess. Just try not to bump your bag too much."
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