Braydaen is a jock and a joke. Studying hours just to fail. Outside of studying is nnk literal job - playing sports.
E is a troublemaker. He's done every crime he can do -- except for murder.
The two are the co-captains of the football team. They ca...
I'll make a warning page for this when the story's more fleshed out, but this chapter has the following warnings: addict neglectful parent. An overdose. And the results stemming from having an addicted, neglectful parent. And an anxiety attack. And here's the biggest issue, they probably aren't written accurately, because I'm not a professional or have I experienced any of these to a degree where I could write about it accurately and personally. 𓍯𓂃 will be put for the beginning of the sensitive topics.
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"Any more homework?" I ask. Samy shakes her head.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask, stepping up.
"What is there to eat?" she asks. Tomatoes, onion, eggs, and bread.
"A meal," I say, "okay," Samy says following me.
We walk to the kitchen.
Samy takes the eggs and tomatoes out of the fridge. I grab the green bell pepper and onion out of the cabinet.
Samy disappears and reappears. I rub my eyes.
I grab the chopping board, and a knife. I put all the ingredients on the counter. "Can I cut it too?"
"Wait," I say, walking over to get the step stool for her, I put it down next to her, and she steps on it. She grabs the knife from me.
I turn the onion to the other side, "cut it this way."
Samy nods and starts cutting half of the onion.
"Good," I say.
She smiles, mumbling.
"Now go wash your eyes and hands," I say.
She gets off the step stool. I put the onion she cut into the pan.
Samy walks into the kitchen.
I start cutting the tomato, I pull out a knife out of the cabinet and give it to her.
I cut one tomato. Samy cuts the bell pepper. We put them into the pan.
"You can crack the eggs when it's time."
I grab the pan and walk to the stove. Put the pan on the stove and turn on the stove,
I walk over to a cabinet and grab oil and walk back to the stove, putting a little of the oil onto the pan.
I grab some spices out of the cabinet and put them on the counter. "It's going to be a while before we put the eggs in."
We sat down at the dining table. I get up once in a while to stir the pan.
"I think it's ready," I say, "want to put the spices in?" I ask.
Samy nods. I take the spices and garlic powder out of the cabinets and Samy puts the step stool next to the stove.
