- Kinkajou's POV-

"Ripnami," I said as I scribbled onto my notebook. "Glorybringer, Cleril, Starspeaker."

I frowned at the last one. "Maybe not Starspeaker. Fatespeaker and Starflight don't really interact a lot. Maybe ... Sunnyspeaker? Nah, they're only best friends. I never knew shipping would be this hard."

I erased the word 'Starspeaker' and closed my Journal Of Ships, shoving it into my glittery yellow backpack. 

"What are you doing up at Five AM?" My sister, Glory, poked her head through the door and squinted in the bright light. Then she recovered her wits, raising an eyebrow. "Not plotting future relationships, I suppose?" 

"You got that right, miss!" I shouted. "I have to make at LEAST ten ships sail by the end of this school year. It shouldn't be that hard. At least, yours shouldn't be that hard." I winked.

Glory snorted; I could just barely make out the hint of a blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, come on," I pleaded. "Deathbringer looooves you."

Glory began picking knots out of her silky green hair. "Yeah, and I love Mr. Overprotective just as much as I enjoy math class.

"I feel like eating." she said, hastily changing the subject. "Let's go."

We took the elevator two floors down to the kitchen. There's also a nice, curvy staircase lined with golden bars, but it's under construction. Our parents want to replace the marble stairs with wooden ones.

Once we reached the table, I pressed a red button and a servant came over. "Pancakes with strawberry sauce and raspberries please, PRONTO!" I bellowed.

"Just the usual, thank you." Glory regally placed her hands on the table, examining her nails.

Soon, the servant ran over with my beautiful strawberry sauce covered pancakes topped with gleaming raspberries, and ... a soppy, gray bowl of oatmeal covered in pieces of fruit just to decorate it.

"Seriously, how do you even like that junk?" I glanced at the oatmeal, pretending to blanch. "It's so gray and colorless and gross and foggy and ... it's just oatmeal."

"It's not that bad." my sister answered. 

Finishing my breakfast, I slid off my seat and ran to the elevator, headed for the third floor. I still had about one hour before school, so I turned on some nice romantic music in the ballroom and started planning how to get my one true pairings to notice each other.

"Let's see," I tapped a finger against my chin. "Deathbringer constantly saves Glory from so-called danger. One day she has to start showing her feelings for him.

"Clay's a pretty nice guy. He should deserve someone who keeps him on his feet, and always lives the moment, like Peril. I could plan an invisible date for them and take the couple to a hotdog place. Hey, they could even play the pocky game, except with hotdogs! Kinkajou, you're a genius!" I high-fived myself.

"Maybe I could just wait and see who Starflight ends up with. Both Sunny and Fatespeaker sound like pretty nice options. Maybe they could all date in a threesome? Nope. One, those never work out, and two, GROSS!

"Tsunami and Riptide, uh, they both like YouTubing and stuff. It'd be real cute if they showed up in a video together."

"Kinkajou, time to go!" Glory screamed from upstairs.

"Already?" 

"No, I just set the clock back an hour to be annoying," she snorted sarcastically. "Let's go."

"Aww, just one more minute of shipping?" I pleaded.

"Kinkajou, you know I hate to be late." Glory groaned. "Let's go."

Grabbing my backpack, I followed her into the garage, and climbed into the back seat of the Ferrari. I gagged.

"What did you put in here?"

"Oh, the perfume?" Glory's green eyes gleamed. "It's coconut-and-pineapple flavored. I love it!"

"Gross."

"Apparently Deathbringer hates it too, but you both are gonna have to deal with it."

"Well too bad!" I yelled, then pulled out my strawberry shortcake flavored perfume, and spritzed it all around.

Glory groaned.

"Sorry, Glory."

"No, not you." my sister mumbled. "I have to face Tsunami again."

"I thought you already apologized?"

"I messed up on the apology, and she didn't buy it." Glory sighed. "She's become an annoying jerk to me, too."

We arrived at the school building. Just as I expected, a huge mob of popular girls swarmed the car, waiting for my sister to get out. She's super famous because she modeled a couple times for Prada, or this other fashion brand before. I don't really mind Glory being the school's sweetheart and me just being the regular sister; annoying fangirls will keep me from doing my job of shipping, anyway.

"Turtle!" I yelled at my friend's back.

He whipped around. "Hey Kinkajou! My morning sucked. Squid and Riptide woke me up by jumping on my bed, and we were eating soggy Cheerios again. Oh yeah, and Riptide took a picture of me sleeping, too. It was actually the sound of the camera that woke me up today."

"Aww, that's horrible." I shook my head, laughing. "By the way, what's Riptide's opinion on Tsunami, do you know?"

"Umm ... he actually talks about her a lot. It's that one time I get to tease him about something." Turtle ran a hand through his messy brown hair and grinned.

"Cool! Well, better get to homeroom and we aren't in the same one, so bye!" I waved, then headed towards the school entrance.

I just happened to be in the same homeroom class as Qibli, and Winter, aka two representatives of my favorite love triangle, the third being Moonwatcher, who isn't in this class. I ship both Winterwatcher AND Moonbli, but I'm siding a bit towards Moonbli, cause I kinda like Winter myself.

Pretending to play on my phone, I snuck glances at Winter and Qibli. They were talking quietly but fiercely, and Qibli had this sarcastic look on his face that I just couldn't help but make one back.

In history class, I sat with Sunny and Fatespeaker. They weren't my closest besties, but they were still pretty nice and we could have some pretty intense conversations together.

Mr. Webs paced at the front of the classroom, scratching his head. They say he used to be a really nice and hilarious teacher, but then something happened to his family so he turned grumpy. I don't buy that crap, but it's a very popular rumor.

"Settle down, settle down." he snapped at the talking students. "What are you, a bunch of stupid cows?"

"Cows, beef, yum," a voice at the back of the room said.

Everyone turned to face Clay, who, after realizing what he said out loud, blushed and mumbled, "Oh um nothing, sir! Uh ... continue with your ... teaching."

"Very well." Mr. Webs folded his arms. "Welcome to class. We're going to be learning a lot about the Revolutionary War this fall for the first quarter. The first day is usually for introductions, but I'm gonna dig right into your education. Now, when was the Boston Tea Party?"

Someone raised his hand, fingers waving wildly.

"Yes, Ochre?"

"It happened in 656 BCE, am I not right?" Ochre pumped his fist up in the air, folding his hands in an unfashionable dab.

"Certainly not," the teacher sighed, which made the confused boy shrink back down in his seat. "It took place in December the 16th, 1773."

The class snickered.

Since Glory was out modeling again, I ordered a pizza and ate it while I watched the sun go down, shimmering in the water of our swimming pool, my gaze focused on my Journal of Ships.

"I'm thinking of putting Qibli and Winter together. I mean, their personalities are totally adorable with each other's, and Moon doesn't seem that interested anyway. And what about the teachers? I kinda ship Mrs. Kestrel and Mr. Webs together. I mean, they're both super strict and stuff like that ..."

I spent the next six hours listening to love songs and trying to match them each with my OTP's, and also thinking about when they'll get married.

Glory finally came in, poking her head through the doorway. "You're crazy," she groaned.

Smiling, I slowly fell asleep on the couch.