The Sweet Life- Part 1
The dew stuck upon green blades of grass as the sun rose over the side of the Earth to shine blinding rays of light onto an old worn down cottage; arriving to greet the family inside a good morning. Yvette Geschichte (meaning: a tale, like a story) was the daughter who belonged to a long line consisting of candy artists and sellers throughout her family's history since time began in a little place called Cologne, Germany. Chocolate and delicacies was their family's heart and soul so her life was very well involved with candy in many shapes and forms. Rolling out of her bed due to the sound of nature that creeped through the cracks of her window, and the sun tapping her face gently saying "it's time to rise and shine." On the other hand, her sleeping quarters looked like it had suffered through a World War to survive the night with the tossing and turning of Yvette's body.
Then suddenly, a shout echoed throughout the empty dull hallway to ring in her ears, "Time to gvet up Yvette! Wve have to drop yvou ovff at Großvater's today" ("Grandfather's") those words, "Großvater's" reminded her that a good day was waiting for her to reach out and grasp it! " Okay Mutter, ich bin auf meinem Weg nach unten!" ("Alright mother, i am on my way down!") She rapidly began to dress herself, but stopped to check herself in the mirror to see how beautiful her morning hair was and that was clearly sarcasim at its finest. Pale white skin with beautiful bright green eyes the shone like Emeralds, her hair was frizzed but was a deep and rich brown like dark chocolate, on the other hand her teeth weren't in the best condition due to all the consumption of candy and sweet treats, yet her body was slim; escaping life's deasieses of today's society. Brushing her hair down and tieing it ever so carefully into a side pony tail, that has a peppermint hair piece made by her Grandfather. He was a brilliant man, old but with world's worth knowledge on his shoulders from science to taste and chemicals thus creating the most delicious sweets. She shook her hips as she slipped off her long sleep pants and pulls her pink, yellow collard shirt over her head to cover her medium sized chest. Finishing off the look with her khaki pants and a pure black belt to tighten the feel against her hips, tucking her shirt in she quickly opens the bleak closet and slips on her black, rough sneakers and rushes out of her room.
Unexpectedly, Yvette trips over a loose shoe lace due to the fact that she was in such a hurry and forgot to finish tieing off her shoes. Yvette's face roughly makes contact with the floor, struggling to stand on her own two feet; "Vater?" ("Father?") Her father pulled the limp body, putting her head up to see him laughing at Yvette's clumsy side showing through. The man was well into his 40's, 5 o' clock shadow covered the edges of his face with a rough texture, bright, lustrous blond hair that barely covered the top of his head, crystal blue eyes; dressed for the day in the usual pin striped white and red apron with a green collard shirt, and the family pants; khakis. ”Yvette vyou are my clumsy vittle girl, aren't yvou?" He said with his smooth voice as they began walking to the car. Everyone took their spots, her father behind the wheel, her mother in the passanger side, and Yvette took the spot behind her mother; gazing out the window as the car begins to spin its wheels and a puff of gas exhausted itself as the vehicle pushed itself out onto the main road. Her mother was looking ravigant as ever, with long deep rich brown chocolate hair just like Yvette's, but hers was silk to the touch, she always kept it in a long braid that its length lied upon her lap. A pink flower dress with a cute little top hat that was decorated with different pieces of candy like lace that lined the edge. "So sind Sie aufgeregt, Opa sehen?" ("So are you excited to see grandpa?") her mother said wearily since they all rose up at their early time for opening the candy store, but sometimes Yvette gets dropped off at her grandfather's factory so the parents can keep her paws off of their inventory due to harsh times in their economy and candy just wasn't hot; for now. "Very excited Mutter!" ("Mother!") Yvette spoke as she gazed out the window, resting her dreary head upon the door of the car. She began to day dream and creates shapes within the white strands of clounds that string the sky together; instantly falling asleep for thrity minutes until screeching of the tire woke her with a scare "Mein Gott!" ("My God") Yvette yelped as both of her parents quickly turn their eyes on her, her father starts to chuckle again as her mother just sighs and unlocks the car for Yvette to get out. She unclipped her seat blet and hopped out of the car, turning around with one foot on the ground to face her parents in the window " Sie sehen sowohl später! Danke!" ("see you both later! Thank you!") Shutting the door they made their way off a few miles down the road to their own jobs to begin the long drag of the day.