CHAPTER THREE;
THE UNEXPECTED NEWS -
The light had shone through my glass windows, like heat emerging from the sun. The day looked to be absolutely beautiful, and I couldn't wait to start the day with an adventurous attitude.
"Lara sweetheart, you need to get up darling! Grandma needs her groceries delivered to her, and then Colin needs his help with homework."
"Mum, why on earth can't you help Colin do his homework?"
"Because I'm out darling - earning a living! money doesn't grow from trees!"
I sighed, and I suddenly realised that if I ever do make a living, I'd want to spend my money on travelling, purely because travelling has always been (a) a sense of freedom, and (b) nature is utterly beautiful, and (c) the earth is my temple.
I couldn't let my thoughts distract me though, I needed something to do today, and arguing with my mother about not helping Colin not do his homework wasn't going to get me anywhere.
Trust me, no one wins an argument against mum.
So after all of this, I pushed myself out of bed (believe me it was no easy task), and set off downstairs.
Cheerios had always been my favourite cereal in the dreadful morning - and I was no morning person at all. But cheerios just, they just gave me something to look forward to the next day. Their satisfying and fulfilling taste always left me off edge and off balance.
"Still eating cheerios huh?" A voice asked behind me; Colin.
Colin was built like a boxer, but his childhood tummy had gone. He has always had this annoying attitude for a six - year old. He was smart, yet bratty, nice yet mean and obnoxious yet lovely.
And I had to live under the same roof as him.
"You are infuriating sometimes you know?"
"Just because I asked if you were eating cheerios?"
"Because you have the attitude of a bratty teenage girl."
"But you're a teenager!"
"But I'm not a bratty one!"
"Whatever."
There was some silence in the air, and I couldn't bare it any longer, so I broke the ice and said:
"You need help with your homework Collin, let me help."
He was (or so it appeared to me) scribbling out math problems and formula equations. Collin was a little too young, to be solving the quadratic equation, but his stubborn maths teacher has always called him some sort of "child prodigy." I'm pretty sure that means an Einstein Child or whatever, but one thing I do know, is that Collin is one heck of a smartass.
"Fine, but I can't remember what comes first, -b or b squared."
"It's minus B that comes first, right?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you sis!"
"Ugh, let me look through my book."
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Teen Fiction"Our image of love is based on books and films, basically fiction. That we accept more than to be expected. So how do we know what love is? For all we know, love could be another word for pain. " When two innocent boys come into Lara's life, they co...
