Mission Impossible

Chapter 1: It's All My Fault

DAZYA'S P.O.V

"Gramps," yelled my sister Amalia as she came running down the steps, "Dazya won't come out the bathroom! She's been in there for an hour!"

"Settle down Amalia, she's 15 years old and needs a little more time than you, she'll come out eventually." said Gramps.

"This is so unfair!" yelled Amalia. She ran upstairs and banged on the bathroom door, "Come out!"

"Could you wait a sec?" I yelled.

"That's it!" she takes two steps back, "I'm going to ram the door in if you don't come out!"

"Oh no! I'm so scared!" I yelled sarcastically.

"3...2...1!" she ran towards the door, but I threw it open.

"AH!" she flew through the doorway and landed on the bathroom floor.

"I said wait didn't I," I stepped over her and looked back, "The bathroom is all yours!!" I slammed the door. My 6 year old brother, Felix, came out of his room dazed and tired.

"Good morning Dazya." he said yawning.

"Good morning Felix." I watched him as he went into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Felix? What are you doing? Oh no, Felix I'm not the toilet! AHHHH!" the door flew opened and Felix walked out, he stretched then went into his room. My sister walked out wet.

"Is that..."

"Yes..yes it is!" she said as she shook her hair. I jumped back. Felix walked back out of his room and looked at Amalia.

"Bad hair day?" asked Felix.

"Come here brat!" she chased him into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I laughed and went down stairs. My Grandpa was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper.

"Anything interesting?" I asked as I sat next to him. He quickly folded the newspaper and sat it on the coffee table.

"Nothing you would like." he got up and walked into the kitchen. I followed him.

"Any calls from mom and dad?" I ask as he opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, bacon and eggs. He sat them on the counter.

"Well?" I asked again.

"No, not yet." he looked at me and I stared at him trying to figure out what he was hiding.

"Wow," he said taking a sip of orange juice, "This is delicious!" I smiled and reached into the cabinet and grab some cups and plates. He always had a way to change the subject when it came to my parents.

"I cant wait till mom and dad comes home! I miss them so much!" I gave the plates and cups to him.

"I hope they bring back souvenirs! Or presents at least!" he put the bacon in the microwave.

"You really love them don't you?" he asked closing the microwave door.

"Of course!" I ran and jumped onto the couch. He sat down beside me.

"Dazya, I think we need to talk.."

"Sure Gramps, we can talk!"

"I didn't want to tell you at first because I was afraid you would be upset-"

"Upset with what Gramps?," He looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. I gently grabbed his hand, "What's wrong?" He looked down and sighed.