Anvaila Emerson, a vibrant party lover, juggles her crush on Kevin Diaz, the basketball team captain, and the return of mysterious Austin Smith to senior year. Caught in a high school drama, Anvaila faces the complexities of emotions, friendships, a...
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You know, I’ve come to realize something—breakfast is the unsung hero of the day. I mean, it’s not just a meal, it's like a holy ritual that saves me from becoming a human disaster. A moment of peace before life decides to throw me into the deep end of responsibility, caffeine withdrawal, and inevitable awkward social encounters.
Picture this: the sun's just coming up (or in my case, the neighbor’s dog is screaming at a squirrel it’ll never catch). You’re sitting there with your bowl of cereal—or toast if you’re feeling like a gourmet chef in a rush—and that first bite? It’s like the universe is finally giving you a small win for the day. And your stomach, obviously. But mostly your soul.
Let me tell you, the importance of a peaceful breakfast can’t be overstated. Because when I skip it, when I’m rushing around like a headless chicken on a caffeine-free diet (don’t ask how that works), I turn into a snack-attack monster. And let’s be honest, no one wants to deal with that. Especially not Jade.
That one morning? I made the mistake of skipping breakfast. Grabbed an apple, thought that would hold me over. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. I was starving. Like, hungry-for-the-meaning-of-life hungry. And let’s be real—what’s the point of surviving if you’re not going to indulge in something delicious first?
I’m talking pancakes. With syrup. And whipped cream if you’re living your best life. I’m talking scrambled eggs, fluffy like they’re on cloud nine. Toast, warm, golden brown with just the right amount of butter—none of that margarine nonsense. Maybe even some avocado if you’re one of those “I’m thriving” people who get their life together with a slice of toast.
And bacon? Bacon is not just food, it’s like the playlist of your breakfast—everything works better with bacon. It’s the breakfast equivalent of a good joke—it brings everyone together and makes them smile. No one ever says, “Bacon? Nah, I’m good.” No. You see bacon, you eat bacon. It’s a rule.
So, yes. Breakfast is more than just fuel. It’s a peace treaty. A slice of serenity before the world tries to ruin everything with its deadlines and drama. If I can’t have my peaceful breakfast, you might as well cancel the day. Because it’s not starting right.
