The Other Side

Happy......?!

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Ugh I'm not a morning person. I hit the snooze alarm about five times until I actually decide to face the world that day. I finally roll out of the warm comforter and on to the cold hard wood floor. Than I slowly trudge to the bathroom were I spend the next five minutes getting. In those five minutes I accomplish probably nothing, all I do is brush my teeth, get dressed, and put my hair into an extremely messy ponytail and let my blonde bangs fall onto my face, who cares about my hair when barley anyone notices me at school. Once I finish in the bathroom, I walk downstairs in the kitchen and is greeted with the sweet scent of cinnamon.

"Made your favorite, honny, cinnamon and sugar pancakes with extra cinnamon!" I heard my mother say from the other side of the room.

"What's the occasion mom?" I ask while I sit down on the breakfast bar stool.

"Can't I just make cinnamon sugar pancakes for no reason one day?" She asks "I'm also sick of you eating that pop tart crap."

"What's going on mom?"

"It's your birthday, how could you forget!"

Birthdays were never the same without my dad. He actually died a few days before my eighth birthday. I always hated my birthday. It was not like anyone at school remembered my birthday, and Connor, Kingston, and Dan usually get me a muffin and say happy birthday, nothing special. But ever since he died, my birthday was the most devastating day for not just me, but the the whole family.

"You don't have to try to make my birthday happy, it will always be the worst day of existence."

"I...I just thought you would appreciate something, you know that he's watching you. I remember the day you were born when he named you, he said that you were the best thing that ever happened t-"

"Stop! I can't listen to you talk about dad, I'm fine and I'm sure I'll be fine, it's 8 years." I exclaim, she stares at me with a suprised look on her face then finally says, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better."

"I'm fine," I look at the plate in front of me contemplating if I should eat it our not, then I finally made up my mind when my stomach growled. I took my fork and just ate like a pig. It wasn't long until my plate was empty. Sighing to myself, I get out of my chair and walk to the end of the hall. I peer into the room on the right and see a crib.

"VIOLET, I'm going to work!!" I hear my mom scream.

"OK!!" I scream back. I slowly walk into the room where Terrace slept in the crib ahead of me. "Wakey Wakey Terrace." I say in a baby voice, lightly nudge him hoping today he won't be stubborn as a mule today.

"Wee...nee..." he spurted out. Slowly, I start to pick him up. "WAAA!!" He cries,

"Shhhhhh, it's okay. Terrace it's okay. It's just Violet." While I sway him back and forth trying to calm him down, I hasty go to the kitchen to set him down in the highchair. Still walling I open up the fridge and look for the baby food. "Here. Terrace, do you want breakfast!" Knowing my baby brother wouldn't respond, I open the lid and feed him the mush of food. "Here comes the airplane! Weeee!" Finally obeying something he opens his mouth invitingly waiting for me to give him the spoonful of whatever the mix of foods were. I put it in his mouth and he slurps the "food" off.

"Hee hee." He murmurs, finally, he stopped crying.

"Here comes the next one! Nnnnnnnn BOOM!" Again he slurps it off.

When he finish the little jar of food mash, I looked at the clock on the wall. 7;39, I was going to be late!

"Come on Terrace, back to your crib." I say in a sing-song voice, while picking him up into my arms. "Ready, let's play airplane!" I swerve him around in the are while saying weird motor sounds. He some how oddly enjoyed it because he kept giggling the whole way back.

"Aeropane! Aeropane!" Did he just say his first word. In awe I carefully rushed to his room, put him down and grabbed my phone.

"Mom, I think Terrace just said his first word." I exclaim over the phone.

"Wait what! What happened, what did he say? This is amazing!" I hear on the other line.

"I was playing airplane like I usually do, but this time he said something on the lines of Aeropane! Then I called you."

"Well honey," I hated when she called me honey, but now I kinda got use to it. "this is amazing, but you need to go to school. Your going to be late."

"I know, I just thought you wanted to know that he finally said his first word."

"Yes this is amazing, but I don't want your perfect attendance record to be broken." Honestly, I didn't care about that, my mom did. She was a strait A student with a perfect attendance record. She wanted me to be exactly like her. "Remember to put Terrace to sleep and lock the door. Don't forget to bring your lunch to school, it's in the fridge, and-"

"I know I know. Terrace is very tired, I think he will fall asleep on his own, and I put my lunch in my bag already."

"Make sure he's asleep."

"Fine. Bye"

"Bye, love you!" Then the line went silent. I walk into Terrace's room finding him fast asleep, then walk into the kitchen stuff my lunch into my Camp Half-Blood messenger bag, write a quick note for the babysitter with the money in an envelope next to it, get out my keys and walk outside. I turn around and face the door, sliding the key in the hole and twisting it. Making sure it's locked, I sigh to myself and say. "Another day in hell."