My Starseed Meets Me In A Different World

CHAPTER IX

Andrew

Springfield MA, past life.

"Andrew...."

"Andrew.... wake up! Wake up, Andrew!"

"Andrew, come on bro... I'm hungry!"

I jolted out of my sleep the moment I heard a voice awaken me. I blinked rapidly a couple of times so my vision could adjust to the lighting that was now shining in my bedroom.

Even just to take a short nap, my brothers couldn't be bothered to leave me a bit so I could rest; they always needed something.

"Mark, leave me alone I'm napping," I said in an attempt to turn my body away from him so I could find the remainder of my sleep but he wasn't having any of that.

Mark pulled the sheets from my body, leaving my body bare and cold to the frost air of the air conditioning blasting in the room.

I instantly shot up into a sitting position with an outrage marking my face and Markis clearly saw I wasn't happy with what he did, so he instantly pouted and clasped his hands together.

"I'm hungry, Andrew!" He whined.

I took a deep breath and rested my head in my hands as I tried to shake the remainder of sleep in my body, it was clear I wasn't going to be able to finish the sleep I had previously been in prior to my younger brother waking me up.

"Didn't you check the fridge or cabinets for something?" I questioned him.

He shook his head back and forth, "There's nothing left! The fridge has milk, but it smells weird." He stated.

I frowned. "What about the noodles?" I inquired about the microwavable noodles that we constantly fed on whenever we were hungry.

"Danny and I finished the last one this morning." He replied.

Oh, great. We were out of food.

Again.

I tossed my body to the edge of my bed and stood up, dragging my feet out of my bedroom and to the kitchen where Daniel, the youngest of us three was sitting and playing with a power rangers action figure while the television blaring in the background.

Whenever mom was gone from the house, I was tasked with babysitting both of my brothers and they could get overwhelming at times—especially Mark, but since they had relatively calmed down, I had managed to sneak in a nap before they could ask for anything else. But now it was clear they were starving.

It was almost dinner time anyway so that was to be expected.

In the kitchen, I rummaged through the cupboards, refrigerator, and even the pantry to see if there was anything edible of the sort for us to eat. Behind me Markis followed me like a backup detective, checking the places I had already searched as if he were aiding me with my mission.

After shutting the last door to the pantry, I sighed deeply. There was no food anywhere to eat.

Mom never cooked. Well, perhaps I should rephrase that—she doesn't know how to. Outside of the basic necessities like eggs, cereal, and maybe the occasional boxed mac and cheese, she was pretty much doomed whenever she turned on the gas range.

She's undercooked chicken before that got us all sick and ever since then, she's been giving us processed food whenever she found it necessary to grocery shop. But she was the kind of person that when she left the house, she would eat out and if she remembered to, she would give us her leftovers, but that was a rarity in itself at times.