Beyond The Universe.

Chapter 1:- My Sunday - an Intro

Ah! A beautiful  'Sunny Sunday'  !! I must say its so quiet and beautiful this morning. But I know it won't last long. These kind of days are only quiet when my pest of a brother is away. I know he is my sweet little brother but he really knows very well how to get on my nerves. Well as long as he is out I'll have the pleasure leisure time.

Mum is out for her Exercises and won't be back for an hour, gratefully Leo is with her. My father is out on  a business trip and he is the only one my brother listens to. I really miss him because he is really fun. For now I must get ready fast cause the sooner I am ready  the sooner I will be out of here.

I got ready fast and proceeded downstairs for my breakfast...ah! A good morning breakfast all by myself.

As I was going down I was thinking to myself - 'Will something extraordinary happen today?? I hope so.' Well I hope that a pretty lot..almost every time. I just want something different like out of this world. I think I am silly, I'm not sure if anyone of my age thinks like this but  Never mind , who bothers! That's my motto.

I came down to the kitchen and started arranging my breakfast - my favorite cereal and lots of milk. Oh I just adore milk. I was starving, my stomach was literally growling for food. As I was happily going to eat my first spoon of utter delight, the doorbell rang -  " Awww.", I moaned. "How did I even hope that I was so lucky. Ana you must know the limits of your fantasies...." , I muttered along my way to open the door.

I opened the door and as I had expected it was my mom and brother. I put on a calm composure and a serene expression to be prepared to control my anger. It was not possible that my brother won't irritate me and make me shout especially when my mom had commanded me to act sensibly and properly towards my brother.

Leo was a mamma's pet and so I was the one who always suffered the scoldings. They both came in and went to the kitchen. I followed them and hoped my brother kept his pesky self to himself.

I don't know if everyone's brother was so irritating but my brother had special talents. He  has had me dreading about his pranks. Ever since last week ( I don't even want to remember it.) I have been waiting to have my revenge. But my mom wont have it that way. So for her sake I try to pacify myself. But as soon as I have done pacifying myself my annoying brother just refreshes out the plans of revenge by playing such humiliating pranks. I just don't get it, from where did he learn all that?

As they prepared their breakfast I ate mine really fast almost gulping every spoon. I ate it so fast that the cereal started tasting funny. Finally it was finished and I  started to get up and leave...when my brother said,  " Been eating?  Ha! Like always. You know what blubber is by the way? Haha no I guess. Its is the seal's fat. You know you should workout with us to lose that extra blubber." He chuckled to himself. I didn't bother to get to him or reply him, I just proceeded on my way. As if that wasn't enough he started laughing loudly and asked me

" Do you even know what you ate?? "

" I had my normal breakfast." , I said starting to get irritated.

" Oh so you don't know. Let me tell you." He took out the box of cereal and another similar one from the other cabinet. " We don't check the date do we?? " I then ran to him and grabbed both of them and realised that the one I ate was 7 months expired ! No wonder it tasted funny. I was on my limits I was to explode any moment. I shouted to mom, " Mom won't you say anything to him??" .  My mom realising she was there acknowledged me and started to lecture Leo. I was there for a while until the lecture turned to philosophy. I went back to my room feeling satisfied as the lecture continued.

I went to my room grabbed my diary and pen. I already had jeans and my favorite shirt on. I put on my shoes and informed my mother that I was leaving. It was my daily Sunday routine to go to the nearby small park and write my diary sitting under the Park Tree. On usual days I wrote my diary in my humble room but Sundays were meant to be special.

Well the start was like typical Sundays and my only console without my father was my diary. The diary to whom I wrote every note, event and feeling. It was my written form. It was my mirror and I loved pampering the words inside it.

I had a long day to go and some cleaning to do at home but for now it was just me and my diary.