Elise rolled over in her bed and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 6:42 AM. Time to get up.
She sighed and got up, getting dressed and putting on her makeup before rushing downstairs to make breakfast. All the while, she knew what she was doing, but it felt strange.
She ignored the feeling and swiftly walked into the kitchen, ignoring all of the pictures in the wall, knowing they were just of her and her kids.
She stopped in the hall and turned to stare at the wall. She had kids? Holy shit, she thought. She was in shock, but knew she had to deal with it later. She knew she had food to make.
As Elise stepped into the kitchen, her friend, whom was called Uncle Mark because he basically lived with Elise and her family, was in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"You could start breakfast," Elise said as she put her cute, eggs-and-bacon print apron with green and white stripped hem.
"I didn't feel like burning down the house this morning. Maybe tomorrow," Mark replied and sipped his coffee.
Elise rolled her eyes and turned on the stove, starting to make breakfast. Before she knew it, her youngest kid, a boy who looked about 13, came out quietly and took the chocolate chips out of the candy cupboard.
"Charles! Those are for pancakes!" Elise exclaimed and put scrambled eggs and some bacon on a plate. "Here, and get yourself something to drink. And not soda."
Charles sighed and opened the fridge to take out the Orange juice. As he was getting g a glass and pouring the juice, a groggy girl who looked about 15 came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.
"Morning, Alyssa," Elise said and put another plate out, preparing the same thing as she had for Charles.
"Morning, Mom," she said and took her plate and Charles's glass of orange juice. "Thanks, Charlie."
Charles frowned and took the glass back. "Get it yourself," he said and left the Orange juice on the counter, going to get his plate and sit down at the dining table, which was visible from the kitchen. Alyssa grumbled something, but got herself a glass and poured more orange juice for herself. When she finished, she put the bottle away and went to sit with Charles.
Elise looked at the clock on the microwave an frowned. "Is your sister up yet?" She asked, slightly frustrated. She was going g to make them all late.
"Yeah. Right here," Charles said and pointed to Alyssa.
"Your other sister, smartass," Elise said and rolled her eyes.
Alyssa smiled and shook her head. "Nope. Still sound asleep in her bed."
Elise sighed and nodded before yelling for Sheena to get up. Soon, she heard the slap of bare feet on hardwood flooring that the hallways were made of.
When Sheena came into the kitchen, she looked like she was in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Elise asked, making a third plate as she did so.
Sheena shook her head and looked around. "Elise?!" She exclaimed and stared at Elise.
"Um, I believe it's always been Mom, not Elise, Sheena Marie," Elise said stubbornly, putting her hands on her hips.
"No! You're not- I-I'm not- we're not!" Sheena stuttered and turned in circles, as if trying to comprehend everything.
"You're my daughter, I'm your mother, they're you siblings, and your father is probably directing somewhere," Elise said.
Sheena stared at Elise. "Dad..." she whispered and thought for a moment. "Jackson's my dad?!" She yelled.
"Stop yelling!" Elise exclaimed and started cleaning up. "And you know he's not. Not your real dad, always, but Jackson is the closest you'll get to a dad. Sorry that we had to divorce but things happen," she said with a shrug. "You still get to visit him in his big fancy mansion and with all this pretty actor girls with expensive gifts that I can't buy for you..." she muttered and washed the dishes, not caring they were banging dangerously together.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. And don't worry about the money thing, Eli- Mom. We know you're trying." Sheena said and grabbed the plate that was set out for her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just drop it," Elise muttered and started drying the pots and pans.
"Okay. Well, thanks for breakfast-" Sheena started but was cut off by a loud knock on the front door, the person yelling through the thick wood.
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What If It Was Like This
FantastikA group of friends wished they had a different life, wished they weren't just the little nerds at a big high school. One day, as they were messing around and dreaming, they learned to be careful what you wish for. What happens to them? Read on to f...
