Messed up! The Great Beginning

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I lay back down on my bed.

"What a day.." I sighed.

My phone vibrated next to me. Someone texted me. I roll over onto my stomach, expecting it to be Sasha. But to my surprise it wasn't.

It's my teacher, Miss Yami!

Good evening Tricia, how are you doing? I hope you're ok. I know it's been really hard lately, but I hope to see you again tomorrow at 8 AM.

Miss Yami is and always was one of the nicest teachers of the school. If there's anything troubling you, then she is the one to talk to. She also rarely gives homework because she thinks that no one will do it anyway and no one's complaining.

Hi Miss Yami, things are still a little gloomy, but I'm doing better than before. I'm still having restless nights, but that's ok. Strange things are happening lately. I'm definitely coming to school tomorrow, though :)

She quickly responded.

I agree with you. Things are very odd lately. But I'm glad you're doing at least a little better. See you tomorrow! ☆～('▽^人)

Well, isn't this nice. Her emojis are also still original. Glad that didn't change. I'm so glad she's my English teacher.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated again. This time, it's Sasha.

I'm doing good. Nothing special happened today. Was just out. Just me and the boys.

How're you?

I'm doing better

I texted.

Are you coming to school tomorrow?

He asked.

Yea, I am no worries :>

Nice can't wait to see you! ^^

Then he went offline. Alright, I feel better now. I turned back onto my back. I'm actually kinda excited for school. I can see all the others again. I wonder if anything happened to them too. Well, not that I'd like that! That'd be terrible.

After all that, I ate dinner with my grandmother, showered and got ready for bed. My grandma doesn't seem very chatty at the table. But that's fine. It's 8 PM now. Despite it being so early, I'm quite tired. So, for the next 45 minutes, I was on my phone until I got too tired and plugged my phone in to charge and went to bed.

...

My morning alarm startled me when it rang at 6 AM. I stretched and got up, completely missing my slippers and touching the ice cold floor. I put on my slippers properly and went to the kitchen. Scarlet is there.

"Oh, good morning, Patricia. Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Sure.." I said in a typical morning voice.

"What do you wanna eat?" She asked me.

"Cereal sounds nice." I scratched my stomach.

"Sure, take a seat on the couch. I'll bring it to you." She told me.

And so I did. I went to the living room and turned on the TV. I turned the volume down and flipped through the channels. Hey, here's Truelanias most famous cooking star, Alexander!

Wonder how he became a cooking star. At first, he was known for bringing the industrial military to Truelania and now he is the head commander at the most highest position. At some point in the past, he was also a gym teacher at my school while still being in the military. But that was before I started going there.

"This man is an orchestra in person he's got so many faces.." I said, my voice sounding more normal again.

Not gonna lie. His cooking is so good he's basically Truelanias Gordon Ramsay. I, for example, learned a lot from him. Especially from his cooking books. It's sad that they got destroyed along with the old house. I gotta get new ones with new recipes.

Scarlet returns to me with a bowl of cereal.

"Here you go, Patricia." She smiled.

"Thanks." I was surprised when I took the bowl and it was warm.

And just as Scarlet was about to leave,

"Hey, why don't you sit with me? I'm sure you've been working hard."

She took a second to respond but agreed and sat down, too. She took a few moments to get comfortable, but she did eventually. I took a spoon full of cereal and tried it. It was PERFECT. The cereal is caramel and chocolate flavored, which also flavored the milk. And the milk is warm too!

A traditional comforting bowl of cereal.

Scarlet seems glad that I'm enjoying the cereal. We both watched TV together. Today, Alexander is making a traditional American breakfast. Eggs, bacon, waffles with syrup, you know the gig. And it looks better than it should like always.

I admire him, honestly. Someday, I'll be able to cook well, too. Well, not as good as him, that's for sure.