Mutinous

Chapter 1

Sitting by the window watching the snow fall peacefully made me calm even though the temperature of the room had my body cooled down. However, I had to get ready. School was waiting in around an hour, and I knew Jen, my best friend, would hate me for not turning up.

Jennifer, or Jen, and I had only known each other for around six months, still, we had become incredibly close in the short amount of time, which was very unlike me. I tended to take years to built up a relationship with people, which was why Jen was my only friend.

"Dear, your breakfast is ready," Mia, our maid, called for me with a soft knock on the door.

"Thank you," I called back through the wood separating the two of us, while putting on my grey, big, fluffy sweater.

Walking down the stairs, I could already smell the cinnamon from my oatmeal. Every day apart from weekends, I had the same for breakfast. I wasn't sure why I stuck to the porridge, but I had gotten accustomed to it, and therefore there was no way my choice of breakfast was going to change. It was just like everything else in my life - simple but boring. But I did not do good with change.

"Good morning, beautiful," Mia said with a smile, lightning up my already good mood. She was always a joy to be around and probably the kindest person I knew.

"Good morning to you, too, and thank you," I said referring to my breakfast, even though I knew it was part of her job.

A mug was placed in front of me as well. Though, I wasn't much of admitting it, I couldn't go a morning without the steaming, hot liquid. The heat of the coffee warmed up my cold body. It was freezing outside, and though the temperature was much warmer inside, I still felt cold.

"Morning, hun," mum placed a kiss on my cheek and gave me a smile. "Sleep well?"

I nodded and took another sip of my coffee, as Mia placed another bowl in front of mum. Unlike me, she was having yoghurt.

"Thanks." The appreciation from mum was small, but still existent, which was lacking from the rest of the family.

"You're welcome," Mia gave her a smile and started preparing Maggie's, my sister, breakfast - French toast.

"Have you seen your sister?" Mum asked already knowing the answer.

"Still sleeping," I said giving her the look. Maggie was the typical teenager. She had problems getting up in the morning because of lack of sleep, and she'd constantly get in a fight with pretty much everybody about the silliest things. Then again she was 14, I just hoped I was never like that.

"I'll get her," Mia added in, but I shook my head.

"Don't bother, we both know she'll just take her anger out on you."

"She isn't that bad," mum defended her, and Mia, and I shared a quick glance.

"But she is, mum."

"Good morning, beautiful," my father said, coming into the kitchen and gave mum a kiss on the lips. I quickly looked away not finding their affection pleasant to look at. However, it was nice to know that after being married for more than 18 years they were still very happy together. I hoped to have that with a husband too some day.

"Good morning, Elliot," he said and gave me an approving look after looking at my outfit. He was very conservative and didn't like me to wear just anything. Too much skin or heels at UNI were no go's, along with flip flops in the summer. 'I have to look like a girl. Not a woman or a slob.' He would tell me occasionally. Personally, I didn't think that what I wore should define me as a person, but he had a different opinion on the matter.