*Chapter 1*
"Tiffany, time for breakfast, wake up" was the first thing I heard right when I woke up. As usual, it's the voice of my mom yelling at me for breakfast.
I usually wake up 5-10 minutes late for breakfast, but who wouldn't? It's the first week of summer and you just can't blame me for acting all stubborn this summer. 3rd year ain't easy to be honest with you.
I went out of my bed, and headed straight to the dining area where breakfast was taking place. There I saw my little brother, Tyson, eating bacon with full of delight. Who doesn't feel that way towards bacon anyways?
Across him, I saw my mom fixing my plate and putting up bacon and scrambled egg, with fried rice, of course all over my plate. I hate the fact that she always does this. I'm 15 years old turning 16 for christ's sake! I'm mature enough to be able to do that. But nonetheless, it saves me time, and energy, not to mention. Besides, my crush ain't here watching me so it's not like it's a big deal anyways.
My father left us when I was 11 years old, for some reason, it did affect me a lot. I kinda lost myself in it. As to my brother, not that much since he was 2 years old and crying back then.
I had the most memories with my father, he drove me to school, we shared the same hobbies, and he was the only one I had to share my problems with for a long period of time, before my mom went back home from working in Boracay, one of the most beautiful beaches here in the Philippines. As a result, me and my mom never had the chance to seriously hang out with each other, and we somehow still have that love and hate relationship, cause she somehow still blames me for the cause of their break up. All though, it was certainly my fault, but for damn's sake I never saw it coming and I never knew how to react when things like these happens, I was 11 back then.. 11!
I finished breakfast immediately and headed up back to my room, I was always like this since my father left since I no longer had anyone to talk to and bond with. I kinda became more anti social but I guess it was better than socializing with people and letting them see the pain I really had in me.
I washed my face right when I entered the bathroom of my room and had a toothbrush. I then jumped to my bed, grabbed my phone under the pillow, opened it and was surprised by the name I saw right when I opened it.
*End of Chapter 1*
