The Cat

chapter 15: morning sucks

I see my sisters sleeping, so I'm quietly tip toe to a blanket the floor. It's a dark blue blanket with white snow flakes. I looks soft. When I sat down on it it was lsoft and fluffy. I lay on the floor and than covered my self with the blanket. I shut my eyes. And tried to sleep.

    This annoying sound woke me up. I sat up. Looked around. My sisters weren't there. I stood up. Looked around again. Wait. There was something under the covers of the bed, my older sister Lisa was sleeping in. So it must be her. I walk over. Whoever is moving in there. I keep walking until I'm right beside the bed. I pull the cover down a little to see who it was. Well it definitely wasn't Lisa. It was the back of some bald wrinkley figure. I thought it was Lisa playing a prank on me. Or maybe Holly playing a prank on me. When would they get a bald cap or mask though? Maybe I slept in. The figure slowly turns around. This ugly old man. No. He look weird. He had pale skin. No shirt on so you could see he is very boney and skinny. His face made him look like he was a devil or creepy creature. "Hello" He says creeply and smiles scary. And than runs away with his back weird, like he had a hunch back.

   Then I actually woke up. It was a dream. I look at the clock on the wall. The small pointer was pointing at 8 and the long one was pointing at the 6. 8:30. It was 8:30. My sisters were still sleeping. I could see there heads on pillows. I could also hear Holly snoring. I sit up fully. Then quietly stood up. I silently walked into the living room. Dad was in the kitchen part of the living room area. He was making something. I looked in the black pan. Eggs. Scrambled eggs. He put them on a plate. "Good morning her you go" Dad says in a positive attitude. "Morning thanks " I said tiredly. It sounded sarcastic but I didn't think much of it. I start eating.

   After while I finsh eating and put the plate in the sink. "You know you don't have to be snotty when I make you breakfast" Dad said. "I didn't mean to make it sound rude" I replied quickly. "Mmm hah" Dad mumbled loudly under his breath. I couldn't help it. "Do you not believe me or something? " I yell. "Don't raise your voice young lady." Dad replies softly. "I'm not that young did you forget I am 11?" I said loudly in return. "Okay, okay can you stop yelling, your sisters are sleeping" Dad replies. "Here." I say softly and walk away.

  I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I locked it too. Okay. Maybe I have anger issues. Or maybe I'm sensitive. I don't know. Maybe I can't handle this divorce... like I said I could. Maybe I can't handle anything. Maybe I don't know anything. Maybe I need someone to just hug me....