Morro is like those eggs you try to perfectly crack open except your thumb slides in and destroys the yolk, leading you to drop everything else onto the pan messily because you might’ve made a small mistake but it made all the difference.
Lloyd is like when you find an egg so ugly looking and and dirty that you don’t want it, yet its the only egg in the batch that cracks smoothly, leaving you to eat one of the best eggs ever made.
Nya is like when you keep tapping an egg on a corner/counter yet the shell is so hard it won’t break or give you something to help you break it. You’ll never find out what’s inside.
Zane is like those eggs you crack open easily and happily, only to be disappointed when the yolk is missing. So you try to make do with what you have, when it’s the only egg you have.
Kai is the eggs that must be gently cracked open, bit by bit to reap the riches inside. Yet sometimes what lies inside isn’t enough. Its not fulfilling enough. The egg was not big or not flavourful and it left a bad taste in your mouth.
Jay’s the eggs that broke in the package, spilling across all the others and covering them with everything it is. And if you don’t like it it’s something you must accept, because it cannot go back to what it once was. It wasn’t strong enough then, and he isn’t strong enough now.
Cole is the eggs that are pure white, clean as can be. The shell is hard, yet not too much so that it’s difficult to break. The crack is perfect as he’s split open into two halves, only for half of the inside of the eggs to spill off the pan, making a mess no one wants to clean.
Pixal is the eggs that was one too many in its bunch, one too many eggs that were given, leaving it the only unwanted one everyone wants to throw away or feed to another when you don’t want nor need it.
Harumi is the egg that is barely holding itself together, almost breaking under all the tension and pressure it faced as it was jostled around recklessly as if its owner did not care, let alone know, how fragile an egg can be. The egg is covered in cracks, and its almost like its insides might spill, but it clings on desperately together to fulfil its purpose.
Skylor is an egg that gets left behind. The egg that was forgotten in its nest as the rest are shipped away, the odd one out no one needed.
Echo is that one egg left in the package, yet you buy a new one as you forget the old one waiting to be used before it rots into nothingness.
Yes, this is completely and utterly about eggs.
