Saga: The Untold Story

The End of the Beginning

"Saga! Hurry up, you'll be late to school!" Mom's voice hollered up two flights of stairs and into my ears.

"School!" I sat up straight and snapped my eyes open "School?" My heavy lids fluttered a bit before drowsiness and her cruel humor caused me to fall right back into pillow heaven.

"William, go get your sister."

"Ay." The sound of elephants tromping up the stairs foreshadowed the rude awakening I would be getting if I didn't wake up right away. Wake up Saga, wake up.

"Wake up, you rotten slug!" William pounced on my bed crushing my smaller gangly body with his built body.

"Ugh, you fat mongrel, get off!" I groaned and pushed at him with sleepy hands.

"I'm skinner than you!" He hollered, slid off my bed, and rolled towards the door.

"Grow up!" I shouted, before he slipped out of my bedroom unscathed. Now unfortunately awake, I surveyed my room or as my mom called it "the pig sty." Finding a few articles of clothing that seemed clean, I got dressed and made my way downstairs after stopping by my bathroom to brush and clean.

"Ah the princess has arisen," my mom remarked without sarcasm. I think sarcasm was invented after her teen years because she doesn't use nor understand it.

"Just for you, mumsy" I inserted a spoonful of sarcasm into my sentence and she just smiled in response. I sighed, what a pity.

William opened his mouth, "Ma, she's being sarca-" I shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth

"Dear brother, eat some bacon will ya?" He just mumbled something and chewed.

I fell into my chair at the circular table started devouring my breakfast -1 bacon. I absentmindedly chewed on a biscuit as I watched Mom cook way more than necessary.

My mom used to want to be a chef but then she met my dad and got pregnant with my brother so she settled down. Two years later, out came little Saga and everything was perfect in Mom's world. Then when I was three and William was five, Dad disappeared. Mom, who quit college to have us, suddenly was faced a ton of loans and student debts that she had to find a job or they would take the house away. A year later we moved to government funded housing, which was much smaller than our old house. Mom found a job at a sushi restaurant and a cleaning company. So William and I grew up watching our Mom barely get by with two jobs and two kids and no insurance whatsoever. It was pretty humbling. It was as if God had baked a humble pie and was like "Here, just have it all."

Not to sound cheesy but we still had each other, it wasn't like any of us was deathly ill. So we just trudged through this tough ass life and got through it. One day at a time.

"Let's go," William stood up, abruptly cutting short my philosophical musings. "But I still have to eat my-" I reached a hand towards the last piece of strawberry pancake and William, the heartless brother, dragged me out the door "pancake."

As soon as we got to his car I hopped in the passenger seat and took out my mp3 sticking its USB connecter into the socket and the soothing voice of Panic at the Disco came on. I sighed in bliss. William looked at the dashboard in disgust "That princess punk again?" but he tolerated it because today was my choice day, today was my birthday. I chuckled evilly.

As William drove, I daydreamed what mom's cake would look like. Every year on my birthday she made a huge cake with lots of sugar and cream and yum. I almost drooled on the car arm rest. I noticed William sending me the 'My sister is a freak why are we related look' and I just smiled, sweetly.