Life With Killers

Good Morning

You sat up in bed, reaching over to turn the alarm on your phone off.  Once it was off, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched your arms in the air. You groan in satisfaction when you felt your back and shoulder pop. You stand up and walk over to the chair that had your outfit of the day laid across the back. Quickly and as quietly as you could, you changed. Once changed, you tossed your PJs into your clothing hamper and leave your room. You head down to the kitchen. Checking the time on your phone, you see you have time to make a little breakfast. So you walk over to the fridge and grab the carton of eggs.

 You hum to yourself and sway back and forth as you mixed the eggs in a bowl before pouring the beaten eggs into the hot pan. You stood there, smiling to yourself as you scooped a small portion of scrambled eggs onto a plate and left the rest in the pan. When you finish your eggs, you rinsed the plate off in the sink and put it in the dish drain. Rushing to the bathroom, you brush your hair and teeth before applying a little mascara. Satisfied, you walked past the kitchen heading to the door. You stopped when you saw a person standing at the stove, a plate of eggs in his hand. You smiled and walked over to the man tapping his shoulder as to not spook him. "Good morning, Freddy."

The burnt man turned to face you, a sleepy smile indicating he had just woken up. He sets his plate down to give your hair a ruffle before turning on the coffee pot. You glared at him playfully while you fix your hair before smiling at him. "Did I wake you?" You ask the dream demon. He shook his head then took a sip of his coffee.

 "Nope." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You turned and grabbed your cardigan. Well, really it's Brahms but he lets you wear that one. 

Speaking of Brahms, as you throw your school bag over your shoulder you turn to Freddy. "You guys be nice to Brahms. I mean it. I'll be out a little later cuz I need to stop by the store after school. See you later." You waved to the man and headed to the door. Just as you opened it, you heard a pair of footsteps. You could tell it was Michael from the heavy footsteps. You smiled to yourself as you turned and shut the door behind you. On the fifteen-minute walk to your high school, you pulled out a small notepad and a pen. You wrote down a list of the things you needed: eggs, milk, bread, more coffee creamer, and other things needed for you to make supper that night. 

You put the notepad and pen back in your bag as you walked onto the school campus. You smiled and waved to your small group of friends. You saw their faces drop, however, when you sensed a presence behind you. You dropped your head and sighed knowing what was about to happen.