As she relaxed on her couch, Emme yawned and pat her dog, Kollo, with her left hand while scrolling through her feed with her right. The news was on as background noise, something to fill the silence that she hated. The News was going off on something in Africa, Biafra, but Emme didn't care. It was late March, so everything was muddy outside.
"Biafran Nationalists have stormed the capital building..." The news was saying, and Emme wanted to turn it off, but was interested. She paid closer attention. It showed images and videos of what seemed to be an armed militia storming somewhere in Africa. Emme groaned, sick and tired with all the suffering in the world. She turned off the news, and got up to go make some breakfast. Chairman Meow, one of her cats, was on the counter while she was making some Ne-en-o's, her favorite cereal. Emme gave him a little scratch and sat down on the couch. She put on Spongebob Squarepants, a guilty pleasure of hers. She loved cartoons.
She began to scroll through her phone again, talking to Lianna, her girlfriend. Lianna was complaining about how her phone got a new crack in it. Emme responded by telling her to not get an Apple.
Once bored of that, Emme got up, stretched, and put on some boots, still in her underwear. That, in Emme's opinion, was the best part about living rurally. She picked up her dog, and walked outside, placing her on her line, where she could un around and do her business. She had tried letting her run around freely when she first got her, and Kollo would run off every single time. She was also an absolute pain to walk, so having a chain, albeit a large one, for Kollo to run around on was the best option.
She heard someone drive up in her driveway, and turned to look at it. It was her brother, who sometimes visited. Emme didn't care she was still in her pajama top and panties, he was the only one in the New English decorated truck. Of course he had to get that paintjob.
"Ethan, what the hell are you doing here so early? It's like 8? And what's with that awful fucking paintjob?" Emme said, tired.
"It's not awful, you just have no taste. And what, I can't be patriotic?"
"It's not patriotic it's stupid. There's a difference, you know." Ethan had never seen the difference, always defending the 'Great Nation of New England', and supporting NExit. Idiot. "That still doesn't answer my question, by the way."
"What, I can't stop in and say hi?" He inquired, smiling. He was most likely high, like he always was. Even before pot was legalized, he was puffing away. Emme never got it.
"Not at 8 in the morning..." Emme groaned, walking inside.