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requested & written 4 yiroshino (plot has been heavily edited 2 my liking BUT I STOOD ON TRACK 4 THIS ONE I PROMISE)
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6:00 AM Trinity Knowles Huntsville, Alabama
Waking up from the abrupt blaring coming from the alarm set to ring for each day of my school week, I groan as I roll over and extend my arm to my nightstand shutting it off.
Please let today be nothing but peace for me..
Beginning my morning routine, I slip out of my bed and make my way to the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to boil on the stove, prepping my morning chai.
Leaving the kitchen I tiredly mope my way into the bathroom, studying my appearance in the mirror as I remove my topicals under eye patches and splash the sleep out of my face with cold water before I begin brushing my teeth.
Finishing up my oral care as the kettle begins whistling, I scrape my tongue, floss and quickly gargle some therabreath mouthwash.
Hastily making my way back to the kitchen and turning the stove off, I am abruptly startled as small hands hug me around my waist.
"Good morning.." Tayvion, my baby brother groggily mutters, half asleep as he lays his head on me.
"Morning stinky. You almost scared a fart out of me." I wheeze, releasing a breath I didn't realize I was harboring.
Softly giggling at my response, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and yawns, slapping me in the face as I get a whiff of his dragon breath.
Yuck mouth..
"Sorry for scaring you.. Can you make me something to eat?" He cutely request, making up for his hot breath attacking me.
"You know I got you. Go brush your teeth and freshen up for me." I politely urge him, striving to ensure that we'll make it out the house in time.
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Quickly whipping up some yogurt and granola bowls, I slice up a few strawberries and lay them atop of the yogurt, setting Tay's down on the kitchen counter and taking mine into my room to eat as I continue getting ready for the day.
After getting dressed and slicking down any fly-aways protruding from my sleek ponytail, I hastily pack lunches for both Tay and I, beginning to rush as the time for us to start making our way out the door swiftly creeps up on us.
"Tay are you dressed??" I holler out into the hall outside of my bedroom door, getting no response in return.
Making my way into Tayvion's bedroom, I catch him on his nintendo switch, still in last nights pajamas with boogers encrusting his eyes.
