Life works in weird ways. A set of coincidences can turn into a lifetime commitment.
A need for a change may transform more than one person's life. But a entire group.
This is a story about family.
This chapter is enormous and im too lazy to reread it to make sure ther eare no mistakes so, if you find any mistakes, think of them as little easter eggs hidden in the tall grass somewhere.
Also the family photo for this episode is not ready yet but i wanted to post this today, so maybe ill finish the photo tomorrow and just edit the chapter to put it at the bottom, if you wanna check it out later you can, also the first chapter has been edited to add Red's family photo on the bottom as well, if you havent checked that one out please do if you can.
Anyway, comments are very much appreciated, i love you guys, have a good read!
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Yellow's eyed shot open when i loud cracking sound came from downstairs.
He groaned, sitting in his bed and looking down at the book he still had in his lap. He definitely had fallen asleep while reading it.
Looking to the right, the other two bunk beds were empty. He was definitely late.
With a sigh, Yellow got up and made his way out of the room, peaking over the staircase rail to see who else was awake.
Loud footsteps everywhere and Rust's voice yelling that breakfast was ready.
Yellow reached the kitchen silently, moving out of the way as little Merigold and Honey ran past him to their seats.
His dad, Ocher was already at the very end of the table with his newspaper up and one of his brothers Apricot was sitting by his side.
As more of his siblings walked in, Yellow used the commotion to sit down.
─ Yellow. ─ Came the reprimanding tone of his father which caused him to groan silently.
─ Yes father?
─ Don't think i didn' notice you. You said you were gonna help me with the face today.
Technically, his father had said he should help with the fence, Yellow hadn't said no such things himself.
─ Isn't it possible to fix it after breakfast?
─ Don't bother, Butterscotch helped me while you slept in. Even though it was your responsibility!
Rust turned away from the stove, placing a big bowl full of different types of bread on the table. ─Now now, could we not start this at the table? It's too early for this.
─ It sure is... ─ Whispered Dijon, the oldest. Who luckily didn't alert their already in a sour mood father.
For a moment, Yellow had the selfish thought of commenting on his brother blatant smell of cigarettes, something his father truly didn't aprove of, to take the attention off of himself.
