The morning exploded with noise.
My newborn brother was crying, my younger sister was nagging me to play with her, the dragon was hurt and expelling extreme amounts of flame (though it wasn't MY responsibility to take care of the beast – it was Dad's). Kathy was screaming because the dragon had set her new dress on fire, and now she couldn't wear it to see her girlfriend. Mom was trying to calm both her newborn and the five-year-old tornado down, and Dad was ignoring his duties and was not outside with Esmeralda, attending to the dragon we were supposed to be taking care of until it's owners got back from Cairo. We weren't even getting paid as much as the dragon was costing us – but Dad didn't seem to care. It was easy for him though – the dragon liked him, and wasn't causing HIM any grief.
This was how my Mondays typically started. I mostly just tried to ignore everyone as I bolted my breakfast, and ran outside with my school things in my bag, towards the bus stop.
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Avonlea
Short StoryA collection of stories I wrote in 10 minutes :) They're all about 200 ish words long, cringy...and unedited 😅 so don't come at me. I write one every week as a writing exercise, so the book will be updated when they're done :D GORGEOUS EFFING COVER...
