Act I: Where ten people are introduced. Words 1-10,000
She walked into the kitchen. The parents were already gone for the day, and she was finally ready for her first cup of coffee. Being the only girl of four children, she was reluctant to do anything anyone expected of her. She thought of her boyfriend, upstairs, and the bravery of such a boy to decide to sleep with a girl with three brothers. She liked putting her boyfriends in difficult situations, and situations they didn’t necessarily go into with full knowledge. Saturdays. She poured her coffee and stirred in a cube of sugar and watched it malforme before sipping the air cooled coffee off the top. Some noise came from the basement. The boys were plotting the execution of some massive attack plan. There were four computers down there, just in case she wanted to join them. Usually there were four more boys down there and the computers they hauled with them taxing the internet. She didn’t even use the internet anymore on the weekends. She’d learned better. She cinched her drawstrings on her running pants and stepped into her shoes. She laced them tightly and waited while sipping the occasional new layer of less-than-scalding coffee. The boy came down in his swishy pants, she could hear him. She smiled and turned around. She gestured to the coffee and worked on finishing her own. When he sat down she got up, put a bagel in the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice and a glass of water. She drank the fluids quickly and then gave him half the bagel hot from the toaster. She ate hers dry and didn’t offer him anything to put on his.
She looked at the time. Approaching lunch. The brothers and brother friends would be stampeding up in just a few. She debated leaving him there. She decided to go outside and stretch, letting him at his leisure in the kitchen. Whatever happened, happened. She heard a hootenholler from the basement just as she was closing the door behind her. She grinned.
The breathlessness of running was always an unmatched feeling, the pounding, the forcefulness, the knowing you had to breathe and breathing because it kept you alive. Unmatched. Yes, sex made her breathless. Running was better. She barely felt the push of the earth back into her legs as she used them to propel herself forward. He kept stride with her, kept up and brushed his breath against hers. She kept the ones that kept up with her, but that didn't pass her up and leave her behind, as if she needed to be impressed. With three brothers, she couldn’t be impressed by a boy. There was nothing left that could be done that was impressive. Five miles was her standard run. He kept her pace and when they returned to her front porch she felt fully exhilarated. They stood together in the kitchen and depleted the rest of the cold water from the fridge. She thanked him for the company, kissed him breathlessly on the cheek, and told him she’d see him at school on Monday. She jogged upstairs and left him in the kitchen again.
The shower was invigorating. The sex, the coffee, the run, the shower. She didn’t need to accomplish anything else that day to be having a good, good day. She started shifting gears as she soaked. The stack of homework she had left to do sounded like a good way to avoid getting into trouble. If she got it all finished, she’d treat herself to an evening out, maybe an ice cream cone, and take the day tomorrow for a hike. Write an essay, read a couple chapters, plug through some mysteries that need solved, mostly about the relationship between gravity and its opponents. She decided she didn’t like the shampoo she’d been using and should buy some new stuff. She also decided she should probably get a job to pay for her shampoo whimsies. A job working on the trails in the summer sounded like fun. She could get paid to hike and move a rock every once in a while. That would be a good job.
Storyline A:Father, Mother, Daughter, Son, Son, Son Words 1-3,333
1. Personality of Daughter 1-694
She walked into the kitchen. The parents were already gone for the day, and she was finally ready for her first cup of coffee. Being the only girl of four children, she was reluctant to do anything anyone expected of her. She thought of her boyfriend, upstairs, and the bravery of such a boy to decide to sleep with a girl with three brothers. She liked putting her boyfriends in difficult situations, and situations they didn’t necessarily go into with full knowledge. Saturdays. She poured her coffee and stirred in a cube of sugar and watched it malforme before sipping the air cooled coffee off the top. Some noise came from the basement. The boys were plotting the execution of some massive attack plan. There were four computers down there, just in case she wanted to join them. Usually there were four more boys down there and the computers they hauled with them taxing the internet. She didn’t even use the internet anymore on the weekends. She’d learned better. She cinched her drawstrings on her running pants and stepped into her shoes. She laced them tightly and waited while sipping the occasional new layer of less-than-scalding coffee. The boy came down in his swishy pants, she could hear him. She smiled and turned around. She gestured to the coffee and worked on finishing her own. When he sat down she got up, put a bagel in the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice and a glass of water. She drank the fluids quickly and then gave him half the bagel hot from the toaster. She ate hers dry and didn’t offer him anything to put on his.
She looked at the time. Approaching lunch. The brothers and brother friends would be stampeding up in just a few. She debated leaving him there. She decided to go outside and stretch, letting him at his leisure in the kitchen. Whatever happened, happened. She heard a hootenholler from the basement just as she was closing the door behind her. She grinned.
The breathlessness of running was always an unmatched feeling, the pounding, the forcefulness, the knowing you had to breathe and breathing because it kept you alive. Unmatched. Yes, sex made her breathless. Running was better. She barely felt the push of the earth back into her legs as she used them to propel herself forward. He kept stride with her, kept up and brushed his breath against hers. She kept the ones that kept up with her, but that didn't pass her up and leave her behind, as if she needed to be impressed. With three brothers, she couldn’t be impressed by a boy. There was nothing left that could be done that was impressive. Five miles was her standard run. He kept her pace and when they returned to her front porch she felt fully exhilarated. They stood together in the kitchen and depleted the rest of the cold water from the fridge. She thanked him for the company, kissed him breathlessly on the cheek, and told him she’d see him at school on Monday. She jogged upstairs and left him in the kitchen again.
The shower was invigorating. The sex, the coffee, the run, the shower. She didn’t need to accomplish anything else that day to be having a good, good day. She started shifting gears as she soaked. The stack of homework she had left to do sounded like a good way to avoid getting into trouble. If she got it all finished, she’d treat herself to an evening out, maybe an ice cream cone, and take the day tomorrow for a hike. Write an essay, read a couple chapters, plug through some mysteries that need solved, mostly about the relationship between gravity and its opponents. She decided she didn’t like the shampoo she’d been using and should buy some new stuff. She also decided she should probably get a job to pay for her shampoo whimsies. A job working on the trails in the summer sounded like fun. She could get paid to hike and move a rock every once in a while. That would be a good job.
