The Kiramman Home
Caitlyn curled up in the centre of her massive bed as her phone's alarm chimed without end. She mumbled an incoherent whine before forcing herself over to her bedside table to switch it off. Rubbing her eyes, she put her feet to the floor and into her fuzzy purple slippers as she got up, stretching her stiff arms up as if she was in a medieval stretching rack. So satisfied she was by that first good stretch of the morning after a solid night of sleep, she felt several muscles in her neck and back POP, loudly.
"Oh, ow!." She curled over, her satisfying stretch rudely interrupted by the limitations of her body. Trying to twist out the pain in her neck, Caitlyn grabbed her phone to see a number of text messages from Jayce.
JAYCE: You ok? (11:00pm)
JAYCE: Are you still here? (11:10pm)
JAYCE: R U Mad? (11:28pm)
Next was a selfie of Jayce, clearly drunk. His large arm wrapped around his friend Viktor, another poor soul dragged to that party just like Caitlyn was. (12:00am)
JAYCE: That wasn't meant for you, sorry xxx (12:01am)
JAYCE: You ok? (12:05am)
Caitlyn rolled her lilac coloured eyes, before she heard the voice of her mother calling from downstairs summoning her for breakfast.
"Yes, mum! Be down in a sec!" Caitlyn trekked across her over-long bedroom, putting on her maroon dressing gown and tied it around her waist as she descended the numerous staircases to the Kiramman dining table.
The dining room, like everything else in the Kiramman household, was what most would call a little much. It was very long, Caitlyn complained often that it was too long when it was just the three of them eating, but her parents often had friends and business associates over as guests.
She'd often try to get out of these social obligations but her mother had told her, "Your father has an image he must retain, and you as the mayor's daughter must do your part to retain his image."
In Caitlyn's mind this translated to "While your father and I can't technically force you to attend these social mixers, it would look bad for both of us if you didn't."
Caitlyn stepped into the dining room, "Good morning, mother..." She approached her mother, giving her a cheek-touch-kiss, "...father," and the same to her father. Her parents, sitting mercifully close to each other to save Caitlyn from having to jog around the table, both kissed back. Caitlyn's father Tobias smiled, "Caitlyn, dear! Mmmwah!" Her mother Cassandra offered only a subtle turn of his head and a smile. Mornings were no friend to Tobias, and she knew to give him his space to properly wake up for the day. Today's breakfast, Caitlyn could smell before she even entered the dining room, was an egg-white omelette with two strips of bacon, charred as the Kiramman daughter preferred. She practically rushed to her seat on the opposite end of the table to dig in.
"Do you have everything ready for today?" Tobias Kiramman said sleepily, looking down as he cut into his omelette.
Caitlyn had to stop and think for a moment, furrowing her brow slightly before remembering and declaring "Yes! Do you...?" Caitlyn said, a sly grin curling up on the side of her mouth.
Tobias stopped for a moment, his thicker brow furrowed and his eyes widened. Mrs Kiramman laughs, "Caitlyn, stop bullying your father, you know how he is in the morning." The two laugh together at Mr Kiramman who seems very much more awake now after his near-heart-attack.
"But seriously, Caitlyn. Its your LAST first day of the school year!" Mrs Kiramman was clearly trying to get her daughter excited about the prospect of graduating, but this subject only succeeded in terrifying the Kiramman daughter, who attempted her very best fake-smile.
