Breakfast. It's too mainstream.

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I'd like to say the first couple of chapters are kind of cheesy but please stick to it, because it isn't as cheesy, cliche, stupid, or whatever you wanna call it the farther in you go. Thanks! ~Anna Love

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This is where my story begins. And sadly, I remember every single detail like it just happened.

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I woke up not wanting to leave my bed just like every other day. Then the smell of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes hit me. What's the special occasion? I shrugged it off and hopped into the shower. I made it arctic cold. Call me crazy but I love freezing water.

I got changed into my clothes. A neon pink shirt with a galaxy cross on it, light blue jean shorts with lace on the sides, and white sandals. Ahhh... I love springtime. I bounded down the stairs, hoping some of that delicous breakfast I smelled is still there.

Just my luck! It's still there. Untouched and piping hot too. I saw my mom putting my breakfast on a plate. A fancy plate. The kind of fancy where it screams: " Don't touch me unless it's Christmas!" That kind of fancy.

"Mornin' mom."

"Hey sweetie! How'd you sleep? How much food do you want?" My mom asked. She had a chirpy tone this morning. It was odd. It wasn't her usual "I just woke up, don't bother me" voice. And she COOKED me fresh breakfast. Usually my dad is the one who cooks for me so this is a big surprise.

"Mom.... What's going on and why did you cook me breakfast? This is WAY too much food for me to eat. And don't you know how mainstream breakfast is by now?'

"Oh nothing, I was just in a great mood so I decided to go all out this morning!"

" Seriously Mom. What is going on? I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION FOR THE QUEEN!" I said.

Before you ask me anything, my mom is used to this. I have a bubbly personality. Like the kind where you can be crazy and fun. Where no one cares.

"Just trust me. Soon, you'll be like this too. You'll find out at school," she told me with a wink.

"Whatever. I'm gonna be late. Can I please just scarf down this food or something for once before I'm late for school yet again? Without you reprimanding me, I mean."

"Sure honey, go ahead."

"VICTORY! THE QUEEN WINS AGAIN!"

After that, I actually scarfed down the food as if I were some evil pitbull who was eating his enimies. In my head, I thought: 'Mwhahaha!' I don't know why, but I just love being wierd. I don't care what people think of me. I'm kind of a nonconformist, bohemian kind of person. Not a care in the world.

A/N

Hi everyone! This is my first story. I pretty much believe that all of you have figured out that Genesis is a crazy and hyper girl. I try to work on this story when I can, but it's hard for me to get to it a lot because I don't have my own laptop or anything to write from, so I'm sorry that it takes so long. I really hope everyone likes my story! That's it for now. I'll start working on the second chapter today if I can. And pease remember, vote, comment, and all that! Thanks and I'll see you in the next chapter!

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