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“Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s your turn to make breakfast. And clean up that bird nest you call hair.”
My face was met with a fluffy pillow, although it’s less fluffy when it’s being hurled at your face. I didn’t even flinch. I lay still on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was too exhausting to show some sort of reaction so I simply kept a blank face.
“Oh god, you’re like a creepy little robot.” I was finally awake enough to put a face to that voice. It was my sister, Esther.
“Ya know, Esther, if you’re just here to stare at my beautiful morning locks, then take a picture. It’ll last longer.” I smirked.
Smack
“I’m going downstairs! Make me breakfast already!” And with that, Esther stormed out of my room, stomping down the stairs. I swear, she could cause an earthquake on each continent simultaneously with those steps.
I look over at my bedside table to see my clock. It was 7:30am and I had to get up to make breakfast for everyone when I wasn’t even hungry myself.
Unfair.
Reluctantly, I got up and slowly dragged myself down the stairs
I got into the kitchen, slipped on my fun little apron that read “your opinion wasn’t in the recipe” for specific reasons that you’ll figure out later, and started to cook some bacon on the skillet. I twirled to the radio on the counter and turned it on when my favorite song, (F/S) (refer to beginning notes if you don’t know what this means), started playing. I swung my hips to the rhythm and hummed the tune while I continued slaving over the stove.
Although I use that terminology, I quite enjoy cooking. It helps calm me down and I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.
“(Y/N).” I hear someone say. I know exactly who it is so I ignore it on purpose. “(Y/N)!” They shout it this time. I try one more attempt to just block it out but-
“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!” I slowly turn with a very apparent look of displeasure mixed with disgust on my face. My back is slightly hunched over and I’m holding a pair of tongs in the air. I probably look ridiculous.
“What. Do. You. Want. Esther.”
“Who flips pancakes with tongs?” Now marvelously presenting why I bought this apron, I simply replied by pointing to my very fashionable apron because it was too much work to actually speak to her. I think it makes me lose about 50 brain cells a day.
She smirked a devilish smirk and continued. “Your hotcake is burning.” I whip around to face the stove in fear. She did that on purpose! Fuck you, Esther!
After the small fire is put out and the once pancake, now brick, is in the trash, I turn to my sister and say cutely, “Esther, have I ever told you how helpful you are?”
“No.” She said even more cutely.
“Good, because you’re not.” I said this in a very deadpan tone.
Once I set the table and lay out all the delicious cuisines I made, Esther called mom down from upstairs and we all ate.
“Esther made me burn my pancake.” I spoke, breaking the silence.
“Aww, boohoo!” Esther said mockingly
“Die.”
“Alright, you two. Enough.” My mother cut in. I love my mother to death but, at times, I wish she would just let me attack my sister right on top of the kitchen table.
…
Politely.
“Why are you still wearing your apron, (Y/N) dear?”
“So It’s always at my disposal whenever a certain someone decides to open her mouth.” Esther glared at me for that one.
We went back to eating and there was just a comfortable silence until we heard a crash and the family car outside was blaring. We all got up and ran outside to see what was going on.
There was a person lying upon our, now heavily damaged, car. “Oh, great. That’s gonna cost thousands to fix…”
My family looked at me in disbelief.
“I mean- oh no! Injured person! I hope they’re okay!” Just then, 6 children, about my age, came running down the street. What do they think they’re doing? They could get seriously hurt.
I started to walk outside further until I saw our car being thrown at me. Suddenly I see a flash of light and I’m now across the street. In shock, I look around only to be met with a boy who was wearing some uniform that belonged to a school I’ve never heard of and a weird mask.
He analyzed me, up and down, until he finally said, “Nice apron.”
…Oh my god.
I jumped up from our position of him holding me. “Ahem- thank you.” I tried to act calm and put together but, in reality, I was freaking out on the inside. God, that was so embarrassing.
“Are you okay?” The boy asked. I’m sure I was blushing very hard right now.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me!” At that, the boy nodded and blipped away to where the other children were, fighting that guy that fell on our car.
I’m just gonna sit back over here until there’s less of a chance of a car being hurled at me. No biggie…