More than he Thought

Chapter 1:

It was 7:00 a.m. in the town called Midewill and even in those early morning hours the town started bustling. It was a town, not big nor small, but still adored by the locals and popular with tourists in summer. The town gains its popularity due to its unique location surrounded by lakes and beautiful green scenery.

Also, in Jace’s house it started to move.

*RING RING RING RING!!!!* Jace’s alarm went off full force and its melody, that it sang every morning, bounced of the dark blue walls, which were full of all kinds of different posters in Jace’s room. There on the bed, that stood in one of the corners, you could distinguish a humanly figure curled up under gray duvets.” Mhm…. shut up…!”, Jace murmured groggily. Turning over and while doing so, holding a pillow against his ears, he almost succeeded in drifting back to the lands of dreams, until an unexpected shrill voice prevented that.

“MR. JACE ROBINSON you will wake up at ones! I will not allow you to be late at your FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!” his mother screamed from the kitchen. Jace was more than just startled awake. Within a blink of a second Jace was sitting upright with eyes wide open. Shock visible in his features. After a few seconds of calming down and assessing the situation he let his head fall into his hands, rubbing the sleep out his eyes and face.

*What a loving way to wake someone up…* he thought to himself cynically.

“JACE! did you hear me!? His mother screamed demanding an answer. Sighing he answers: “Yes, Mooooooomm …” sleep still evident in his voice. After a few moments of going over his options that are defenestrating himself, or going to school he begrudgingly chooses the latter and leaves the comfort of his bed to get dressed.

He lazily walks over to his dresser which stands opposite of his bed and opens it. Looking over the semi organized clothes he grabbed himself a pair of black jeans and a black studio Ghibli shirt that caught his eye, before going to the bathroom located diagonally of his bedroom. With heavy footsteps he dragged himself into the small space. Ready to freshen up, he looked up making eye contact with his reflection. He gazed upon himself in the mirror - not even surprised to see his dark brown hair tousled from sleep and dark blemishes that rested under his autumn green eyes. Even his olive skin looked a bit worn out right after waking up. “You look like shit…”, spiteful words flew from his lips, before he grimaced and started to get ready and clothed.

“Jace, breakfast!!”, her voice reached his ears just as he exited the bathroom. He was going through the corridor, passing picture by picture that decorated the burgundy red walls, till he reached the stairs leading him to his destination, which lies downstairs. While ascending the stairs a heavenly smell found its way to his nose. It was the smell of bacon, cooked eggs, and a slight note of coffee was also mixed in it. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs he was welcomed with a view of the kitchen. His mother already seated at the table, reading something on her phone while mindlessly sipping on some coffee. On the table rested the owner of that heavenly smell. His mouthwatering breakfast. Like he anticipated laid on a plate bacon with scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee in front of it. He was more than eager to reach these delicacies and strode over in hasty pace.

“Good morning, Mom!”, Jace chirped, greeting his mom with a peck on the cheek. “Good morning.”, she greeted in a softer tone with a smile back. Jace did not waste a second and sat down, diving into his breakfast. “Mhmmmmm…! I’ve been waiting for this my entire life!” He moaned out in bliss. His tongue savouring every bite. His mother scoffed amused, gazing at him with her motherly affection over the brim of her coffee mug. “You say that every breakfast” she remarked at his comment.”
You know what…?” - He had to pause, for swallowing the food he so gracefully shoved into his mouth previously and took a sip of coffee himself - “…you are looking at the fine prodigy raised by your cuisine!”, he playfully retorted a grin on his face.