Dancing, Pizza and Lots of Chocolate

I'm going to be extremely predictable and list three of my many favourite things:
Dancing
Pizza
Chcoclate

Random message alert: Check out the 'Abnormal Angels' page! I put some novel pictures on there! And I made them myself! I'm so proud.

Yes. Today is Easter, and I'm making a post. You know, after my little sister played my alarm clock, finding only three-quarters of the eggs hidden in plain sight, and the lovely brunch at a buffet that was pretty expensive. But hey, it's Easter! Who care's about the price?
I ate brunch as one of the eight grandchildren in the family; four boys, four girls. My cousin Connor had six platefuls of crab (I'm NOT over-exaggerating here, I swear) and at least three desert plates, while his younger brother, Justin, DRANK a cup of chocolate from the chocolate fountain.
I love my family <3
They also had free bacon, so I was instantly transported to heaven. I had about five plates of bacon. Bacon. And more bacon. I think there should be a religion for bacon. I would worship it.
Anyhow, who cares about my life? I should be talking about Abnormal Angels. But here I am, babbling on about some buffet that we spent, like, 4 hours at. That, in fact, had a huge table dedicated to dessert. And a table dedicated to seafood. And a BIN full of crab. Yes, I said it. A BIN. Like this:

 But it was MUCH, MUCH bigger.
SHUT UP, MIKIKI! *slaps self*
Okay, here's the snippet for today:

Daniel’s deep blue eyes followed the snowflakes as well, and his hand reached under his jacket yet again and pulled out the gun. He tossed it in his hands, looking over everything – the firing pin, the trigger, and he even unloaded it and reloaded it. I looked as he pumped the barrel, invisibly tucking the bullet into place. “Isn’t it supposed to not have a bullet in it when you aren’t using it?” I asked, and a grin stretched on Daniel’s face. His eyes actually turned playful. “Normally.” He said, and looked down the barrel of the gun, lifting it up and lining up the sights somewhere on the wall. “But I think we can make an exception.”

   “Can you even shoot it?” I asked.

   Daniel laughed and lowered the gun to his lap, his finger well off the trigger the whole time. “Of course I can. Actually, I’m a pretty good shot. My dad taught me how to use a gun, you know, before mom died.”

   Sadness panged in my chest, but at Daniel’s careless look on his face, it soon disappeared. “And you shot guns a lot?”

   Daniel nodded, his eyes moving back to the window. The grin on his face soon melted away. “I even showed Pam how.”

   I lowered my gaze. Today was so depressing. Everything was so depressing.

   My head shot up as the door creaked open. Kathryn appeared, with Tika standing at her feet. Her tail wagged and her tongue flopped messily out of the side of her mouth, and she was panting. Kathryn smiled at us and patted Tika’s head. “I figured you three are all hungry,” Kathryn said. “Who wants to make pizza?”

   “From scratch?” I asked, and a wide grin spread across Kathryn’s overtired face. “Yup. Even the dough.”

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Yes, I'll admit. My rough-n-tough, mutated avian-human hybrids are taking some time off and making pizza. But it has a purpose, yes, EVERYTHING HAS A PURPOSE. They don't know that when Celeste decides to share the pizza with an assassin that they are currently holding captive, that the assassin, Serena, has escaped. *cue horror music* And that, my friends, drives us towards the climax. Not hardly there, but slowly getting closer. Who knew pizza could cause so much trouble?

And, to make this post even more agonizing, we got Just Dance 3 for the Wii today. My sister and I spent most of the time dancing horribly in front of the TV while my parents took videos. Ah, I love the holidays.