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Two brown eyes peeked eagerly into the oven before turning up to look at the girl’s mother expectedly. “Is it done? Is it done?” Little Clara asked biting her lip and looking up hopefully. It was the first souffle her mother had ever allowed her to make. She was doing her best not to get over excited and do something causing the souffle to fall, but she was proud that her mother finally deemed her ready to start helping in the kitchen. 

Ellie laughed and gave her head a little shake. "Not quite yet, love. You just have to be patient. If you rush it then it won't come out right." She told her daugher squatting down to the girl's  height. "How about we tidy up the kitchen while the souffle finishes up? That way it'll be done before you know it." Clara consented and dried the dishes and cooking utensils her mother handed her as well as helped scrub down the counter with as much strength as her little arms could muster. Her mother was right--like she always was--and the time flew by and soon enough the time announced the souffle was done. 

Clara held her breath as her mother withdrew the masterpiece from the oven. She waited until her mum had set the souffle down before giving her mum a big toothy grin. "It's perfect."

I'm planning on majoring in Chemistry when I go to University this fall.

Some of my dream roles include: Wednesday Addams (Addams Family the Musical), Little Red Riding Hood (Into the Woods), Anna (Frozen.. you know when it becomes a musical), and Natalie (Next to Normal)

I dyed my hair back to brunette because a) I wanted to look a little more like Clara bc Jenna is gorgeous, and b) I was super tired of the ginger jokes, but I still get those even though the red hair is currently gone.. 

I'm actually fairly new to the Doctor Who fandom, it took me awhile to get into the series. 

*lazy voice* Naaaaaaaah not agaaaaain !

I'm listening pokemon gold's soundtrack right now (casinoooooo yeay!)

I answered our thread woohoo :D

I hate strawberry flavour but I have nothing against the fruit.

I woke up with Ten hair this morning.

I'm emphathic and cry easily when I'm alone.

         A steady tap-tap-tap of rain water on the glass window mixed with the sounds of pages being turned and small talk.  They were comforting noises, relaxing and peaceful.  Gwen sat near the large pane of glass, sipping hot green tea at her local cafe.  There were a few other people on the other side of the restaurant, but other than that it was empty, save for the baristas in the back.  Gwen's fingers flipped another page of her novel just as another girl entered.  Her red hair, soaked, stuck to the back of her coat; obviously she was unprepared for the storm.  She also looked rather flustered and confused, so Gwen decided to be a bit more outgoing than she usually is.  

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Clara’s arm felt numb. It was making it particularly hard to sit and just enjoy the movie, all she could think about was how her arm was forced to remain lame. Everytime she tried to shift it so she could wake it up there was a protest from the redhead that was resting her head upon it. No matter how sneaky the attempt Clara couldn’t slip her arm away unnoticed. 

"Can you sit still?" Amy asked looking up at her. "You’re acting antsier than the raggedy man." She shifted a little, but remained on top of the brunette’s sleeping arm. 

Clara let out a small sigh. “Can’t feel my arm. Was trying to move it so I could wake it up, but someone is refusing to move.” She murmured finally expressing her discomfort. Yet Amy made no attempts at moving. She remained in her spot and turned her eyes back to the screen. 

"Should’ve thought about that before I got comfortable." Was her reply. Clara rolled her eyes and sat there for a little while longer trying her best to ignore the sensation, or lack there of. Instead she tried to throw herself back into the plot of the movie. It was supposedly Amy’s favorite and she was hoping that in watching it she might get a little more insight about the other girl, but as lesser important scene flickered across the screen she decided she had enough. 

"Alright up. We’re readjusting." She said removing her arm and shaking it a little despite the protests she received. They both shifted on the couch beneath the large blankets they had be snuggled up under. It took a few minutes before they settled back in again so Amy was now laying in her lap. 

"Better?" Amy asked a little irritance linger in her voice from being forced out of her more comfortable position.