Omega?

Breakfast | 2

     I walk into an open room with huge white doors and find myself in a huge dining room with two long tables with chairs lining each side of the tables. I walk to the left until I am past all the chairs pushed neatly into the tables. I then turn and go forward until I'm at the middle of the room. I turn left and come to a beautiful white arch into every girl's dream kitchen. Except for me. The slave in the kitchen. I sigh and walk towards the stove and turn the back two stove burners on.
     I open the bottom cabinet, crouch down, and grab the two large metal baking trays from the bottom shelf. I put one of the trays on the front burners and spin around placing the other tray on the kitchen island countertop.
     I spin back around and walk over to the fridge on the right. I open it, grabbed two cartons of eggs and put them on the counter next to the fridge. I bend down and grab a huge pack of bacon out and a whole pound of mini sausages out of the fridge and stand up put them on the counter, too. I close the fridge door and start loading the bacon and sausages onto the tray, before pushing the tray onto the back two burners of the stove. I hear the sizzle and have a friendly reminder from my stomach that I haven't eaten since Monday and it's now Thursday.
     I just shake my head... at my stomach and continue working. I spin around and grab the other tray putting it on the counter with the eggs. I reach over the hot baking tray cooking the food and turn the front two burners on. I stand on my tippy toes and open the cabinet above the counter with the eggs. I grab out two big stacks of plates and that is still not enough. I walk to the left of the stove and open that cabinet, grabbing the remaining two stacks of plates. I then move the stacks of plates to the kitchen island countertop. I turn back around one more time and grab the two cartons of eggs, cracking and dishing them out evenly onto the baking tray in-front of the cartons and put it on the front two burners. I grab a spatula from the hooks hanging above the stove and wait.
     I flip over the eggs and the sausages and bacon. I then wait for about 5 minutes before I turn off the back two burners. I then flip the eggs over again and get out the griddle from the bottom cabinet left of the stove and plug it in. I turn it to medium to heat it up. I turn off the front two burners and start making chocolate chip pancake mix. I hope this isn't too basic of a meal for the pack. I have learned they don't like the same thing every day. I have no idea what to do tomorrow. Oh well. I mix up the batter quickly and start cooking the 64 ounces of pancake mix. When I finish my arms and legs ache but I don't have much time. It's already 6:45 AM and breakfast is at 7:00 AM and I can't make it late unless I want another punishment. And if he is the punishment then I don't know what to do. I shudder and finish making the pancakes before plating everyone's plates.
     Ten minutes later I finish but something isn't right. Both tables are set but there is one extra....
Now I have a choice. I can sneak the extra plate to my room and risk punishment, or I can just have a plate have extra.... I grab the plate and start to quickly make my way back to the safety of my unqualified bedroom. This is a huge risk but, I mean, I have to. It's chocolate...chip...pancakes! There's no way I'm missing this opportunity and having the chance to loose out on another meal for the week. I shut the door and lock it from the inside, which is not something I do often. I eat the meal and it is delicious. I sit the plate down.
     "GET YOUR A$$ IN HERE YOU FILTHY OMEGA!" I hear yelling from a particular voice.
Alpha Rowan awaits me. I unlock my door and run in the direction of the voice, my eyes glued to the floor. I stop at the dining room.