The Foxes Curse

Chapter 10- Mornings Are Just Not Made For Some People

I woke up early, I would say around 6:00 just so I can get ready. 

I have the usual on, jacket, jeans, tucked tail, and a hat. 

I go around the room that was given to me to find anything useful and I did actually. It was a stick more or less.

It gave off a weird ora. 

I could sense danger and pain. 

I grab it and place it on my bed then I continue to look for stuff. 

Weirdly I found a knife so I used it to carve the ends of the stick to make a spear. 

Once I was done I headed downstairs. 

Noah was still asleep and Ben was sitting on the living room floor while writing on a piece of paper. 

"Morning" I say as I walk past him to go to the couch that was behind him "Morning" Ben yawned. 

It was very obvious that Ben was tired and as the job as the "Caretaker" of this house I needed to do something about it.

 "How many hours?" I ask sure that Ben knew what I was talking about "Uh n-nine" Ben smiles lightly as he turns to me "Don't lie" I respond. 

Anyone with nine hours of sleep won't be this tired. 

"Fine...five" Ben says as he turns back to his piece of paper "Go get some sleep" I say. 

Ben doesn't have a choice. 

He either goes to sleep or goes to sleep, end of story. 

"What? Why?" Ben asks as he rotates his body to face me "Look at you! Your a mess kid!" I exclaim as I point to Ben's face "Fine but can you take care of Noah?" Ben questions as he gets up "Yup. The little one wakes up in one hour" I say fascinated with myself.

"Mhmm and what if Noah starts begging for food?" Ben asks putting his hands on his hips "I will cook something!" I say as I push Ben to the stairs.

"You know how to cook?!" Ben exclaims as he jumps onto the first step "Yea! Now go!" I say again. 

I gotta say, I am pretty good at this "Caretaker" job.

A hour passed and I've never been so BORED while cooking! 

Normally it's fun, but today cooking just feels like a fool's errand.

Maybe because I have never cooked so early. I finished just before Noah came downstairs.

"What's happening?" Noah asks while rubbing his eyes as he walks into the kitchen "Your brother didn't sleep last night so I told him that I will make breakfast while he got some sleep" I simply explain as Noah gets into his stool on his chair "What did you make?" Noah asks as he shifts in his seat "Pancakes" I say as I walk over to him with his plate. 

I place Noah's plate down in front of him. 

I watch him eat for a while and then I go back to the kitchen to clean.