FLOWER

CHAPTER 5.1

The alarm clock howls terribly. The constant breathing, the blissful face, of course Nasturtium hears nothing. She's still sleeping, she just changes her body position. Pushing me even further off the bed. So it's up to me to turn off her alarm clock, which is as far away from me as possible. I promise you, I will hurt her one day for this. I take the phone in my hand and put it as close as possible to the sleepyhead's right ear. Her face turns into a grimace of dissatisfaction.

- I can hear that. Just one more minute.

- I can see it now. - She wraps herself in the bedclothes and settles herself down to fall asleep again - You won't have time to get ready.

- I have everything under control. -She's already asleep again.

The holidays have gone by way too quickly. Today is the first day of school, the inevitable return to school has come. And I want to return to my previous educational institution. Quickly, despite my growing reluctance, I pull myself together and go to eat something. My parents are sitting at the kitchen table. They are drinking their morning coffee, Dad eats with a slice.

- This sleeping beauty doesn't realize that she hasn't mastered the art of getting ready in five minutes, or even twenty.

- Rather, he still lives in error.

- Let's give her a moment longer, if she doesn't get up we'll have to go for a reliable method. - Daddy says calmly. - Later she'll get up on time at least for a while.

I'm almost finished with breakfast when Dad gets up and reaches into the kitchen drawer. He pulls out a plastic water gun from there. He fills it up and then leaves.

- Ey! I was already getting up. My legs were off the bed. I won't make it again because of you. I need to dry off.

- She took it well. - I say, and my mother nods in agreement.

- Little flower, you're riding bikes. You'll have time to dry before you get to school.

- What?!

Suddenly you can hear her bustling between the rooms and the bathroom. Dad returns to the kitchen with a pleased face.

- Will you make Nasturcja something to eat? I have to go now, I have an appointment with a client.

- Fine, but rather takeaway. - I say, and my mother leaves.

I'm making us sandwiches for school. I also chose a coffee drink for my sister. Nasturtium finally crosses the kitchen threshold.

- The new record is only twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds, little flower. - Dad looks at the stopwatch on the phone in astonishment.

- I will eat a horse with its hooves.

- It's already in school. We have to go. - I hand her the breakfast set.

- Not much. - She says, looking at the contents with a sulky face.

This is how the words end: I have everything under control. I actually force her from the fridge to the bikes. A few seconds of delay and she'll be hobbling there for the next hour. Choosing food.

Nasturcja Nasturtiums need more calories, so it forces me to extend my way. And I am now pickling under the shop. With a stopwatch in my hand, I count down three minutes. Mr. Caiubi leaves the store. I wave hello to him. When one of the nets breaks. And everything in it is scattered on the ground. I help him pick up the groceries and carry them to the car.

- Miss, I have a small request, my house key fell off and got stuck in the hole between the driver's seat and the manual gearbox. I can't get it out. My fingers are calloused and clumsy.

- Of course.

I lean into the car and look at the designated spot. I check with my hand how far the gap allows me.

- Here?

- Yes. - He leans over me and points to the place. - There. They have a black fluffy keychain. - Seriously. Could there be an even worse color option? I'm guessing, probably not.

Finally I find something soft and fluffy. I can barely dig my fingers deeper and pull it out with my fingertips. I see a black pendant with a key. I get up and see Mr. Caiuba straightening his fly. I look away.

- Please forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you. I think my zipper is broken.

- Nothing has happened. The malice of dead things.

I curl my lips in distaste, my hair has just stuck to my lip gloss. I'm trying to get rid of them. When a monstrous screeching and screaming came to my ears. Caused by a passing car with triplets and a warlock.

- I didn't know you were so easy. - They have a sense of timing.

- There's nothing like a blowjob in the morning, Mr. Caiuby.

- Urchins! - He shouts after them, waving his fist. Then he looks at me apologetically. - These young people are getting worse and worse. I am begging you not to pay attention to their epithets.

- Please. - I hand the keys into the old man's hands.

- I don't know how to thank you. I couldn't do it without help.

I quickly say goodbye and approach my sister. She takes advantage of the moment by eating a sandwich.

- This is weird. After all, there is a chance that we should not meet our neighbors at least once when we leave the hovel.

- We must be so unlucky. -I get on the bike. And Nasturcja, chewing a bite of her sandwich, puts the rest into her backpack.