Bucket List

the hangout

I rubbed my eyes before getting out of bed and making my bed as usual. I felt the sun hit my face.

I put on my brand new fine clothes for the party. The dress fit well, mother had chosen it herself. It was white as a white sedge with faint patterns of flowers. I hesitated as I looked in the mirror. I like dresses, but not like this. Fine clothes just made me nervous, you should always be worried about them.

I slowly put on the tiara I had planned. It was the only thing I had to choose for my outfit. I heard my mother's voice echoing in my ears as she called my name among the others.

"Blanche, Debbie" she called. I tore my shoes off. They were very tight, you could hardly walk. I stood up steady and took a big step forward but landed on the ground.

"This is your last chance! Soon you will miss the breakfast train" she shouted once more. I heard my sister speak against mother. She shouted loudly, louder than me.

" Mom ! We heard you the first time " 

Then I didn't hear mom's voice anymore. I had my hands on the ground for support as I struggled back to my feet. I gasped when I got up, sat down on the bed and pulled off the new shoes and threw them on the ground. It thudded when they landed.

I laid down on the bed and stretched out my arms and legs and just lay there. Relieved, I smiled to myself. I sat up and scratched my forehead a little. While I was looking around, I went to the closet, pulled it open and took out a pair of Converse shoes I have.

I went back to the bed and sat down. While I was pulling them on, I heard my sister walking down the stairs. I heard footsteps getting closer downstairs. If she came before me, mom would be mad at me for being the last of everyone. The "breakfast train" would be over.

I quickly tied my shoes and ran down the stairs quickly. My footsteps were clearly heard as I ran down the stairs. When I caught a glimpse of my sister, I hurried as fast as I could beside her. She looked at me confused but then sighed.

"How's it going?" I glared at her. She went in before me to the kitchen, then I stepped in.

I walked in to see my siblings sitting with their plates at the kitchen table, on them were freshly baked pancakes with maple syrup on them. I held my stomach how hungry I was. And I went over and sat down at an empty seat. I looked beside me on both sides.

I stared at Lisl's food as she took a bite and put it on her fork, then ate it in small bites. Lisl hadn't lost her baby teeth yet, but they were all very loose. Mother was always nearby to keep an eye on the food so that there wasn't a bite in it.

When my plate with my pancakes came to the table. I looked back at mom and smiled as a thank you. She put her hand to my ear and whispered quietly. I felt her warm breath touch my ear. When she removed her hand and smiled at me, I had no choice but to sigh and smile back.

I looked down at my plate instead. I grabbed the fork and started eating.
In the middle of my pleasure, I felt a finger touch my shoulder.

"Can I have one of your pancakes?", says Lisl on my left as she swallows the last bite of her last pancake. I sigh quickly and ignore her as much as I can. Who can bear to listen to a six-year-old who can barely speak English?. I look down at my pancakes.

"Just ask mom if you can have another one?" I'd say, taking a big bite of the pancake, it sounds so terribly strange when I speak. Almost disgusting.

"But I don't dare too ask, can you?" she says, her eyes widening at me. Those puppy dog eyes are even staring at me. So maybe I should-

"No, do it yourself," I say, tucking in another bite from the fork. Lisl looks away from me and grabs her cup from the table, slurping loudly as she drinks. No one usually thinks too much when she does it.