Anthony's eyes flickered open as the blaring alarm clock shattered the quiet tranquility of his room, signaling the start of another day. With a groan, he slowly emerged from the cozy warmth of his blankets, blinking blearily at the sunlight filtering through the crack in the curtains. As he sat up and stretched, he yawned loudly, still half asleep and trying to shake off the residual traces of slumber.
Despite the persistent alarm clock, Anthony groaned and muttered "five more minutes" under his breath. He tried to resist the pull of the waking world and snuggled back into his warm blankets, hoping that just a few more minutes of blissful slumber would make the impending day seem more bearable. Anthony's momentary reprieve from the hustle of the day was shattered as his little sister, Amy burst into his room, her excited voice echoing loudly. "Get up, Anthon! I want to play!" she exclaimed; her impatience evident in her eager tone. Before he could even fully register what was happening, his younger brother, Carter, who was three years older than her, followed closely behind his sister, playfully taunting, "Yeah, come on, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine."
still half-asleep, Anthony reluctantly declined Amy's invitation to play. "Sorry, sis," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, " I'll play with you later. Let me just get some more sleep." He slumped back down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, hoping his siblings would take the hint and give him a few more precious minutes of rest.
Despite his sister's pleas and his brother's playful taunts, Anthony decided to remain in bed for a few moments longer. He closed his eyes again and sighed, not quite ready to face the day's challenges. However, his siblings weren't about to give him the peace he craved. His little sister clambered onto the bed, giggling and tugging at his blankets, while his brother stood beside the bed with a mischievous grin. "Alright, Anthony," his brother teased, "guess you want a tickle attack instead of getting up." Anthony's surprise was evident as his eyes widened at his brother's words. He knew that his younger brother wasn't joking, and tickle attacks were a regular occurrence in their house. "No, no, no," he protested, sitting up quickly and waving his arms in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm up! No tickles, please."
As the siblings continued their playful banter, their mother's voice echoed through the house, calling them for breakfast. "Kids," she called out, her tone firm but loving. "Breakfast is ready! Come downstairs, and don't keep your stomachs waiting." Anthony's competitive spirit kicked in at his mother's call for breakfast. He quickly glanced at his siblings, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before calling out, "Last one there is a rotten egg!" With that, he darted out of the room, leaving his brother and sister behind in surprise.
His footfalls echoed down the hallway as he made a mad dash to the kitchen, eager to claim the first spot at the breakfast table. Anthony's attempt to reach the breakfast table first was foiled as his older sister, Betty swiftly tackled him, determined to claim the seat before him. The siblings tumbled to the ground, their playful struggle intensifying with each passing moment."Hey, no fair!" Anthony protested, a mix of irritation and laughter in his voice. "I called out the rule, whoever's last is a rotten egg!" Betty, equally determined to win, didn't back down. "You snooze, you lose, little bro," she teased, a competitive smirk on her face. Both siblings continued grappling and giggling, each refusing to yield the coveted seat to the other.
As the younger siblings were engaged in their playful altercation, their older brother, Rain saw an opportunity to take advantage. He attempted to sneakily move past them, hoping to secure the seat before they realized. However, his clever attempt was quickly discovered. Seeing their older brother try to weasel his way in, the younger siblings stopped their scuffle momentarily. They turned towards him with feigned annoyance, their voices laced with mock defiance. "Hey! No cutting in line!" they exclaimed in unison.
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The Son of The Stars
Fantasy|| An ancient prophecy spoke of a celestial child born of stardust and cosmic energy. Anthony, a name whispered through the infinite expanse of the universe, carried the legacy of his celestial ancestor. Raised in the shadow of a celestial being, An...
