Becca's POV
"Becca... Yoo-hoo. Becca? BECCA!?!" I jumped from my hunched position on my desk by my computer. Blinking, I looked at the wall ahead of me. It was a bit fuzzy at first, so I blinked a bit more, getting the sleep out of my eyes.
I scratched my face, only it wasn't my face... it was a piece of paper. I rolled my eyes and pulled off the piece of paper before removing the pen from my hand by throwing it roughly on my desk and I yawned.
"It's breakfast time!" I glared at the little speaker, with annoying American voice coming from it, next to my computer.
"So bring me my breakfast." I sighed and rolled my eyes before moaning and rubbing my hand over my face. Looking at the wall finding it much more interesting than the voice tell me to bring her breakfast.
"Becca?!"
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut as I stood up from my seat and cracked my back, groaning from the pain. Note to self, DON'T FALL ASLEEP ON THE COMUPTER, it hurts.
I walked over my wardrobe and grabbed out the first thing I saw. Making my way into the bathroom, which I unfortunately had to share with Sheryl, I grimaced at all the hair products and make up along the sink. And there was even hair in the bathtub! Come on, it's not that hard to clean it! Trust me, she was just annoyed as I was.
I sighed again as I made my way down the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing the plate of salmon that was just sitting there, waiting to be cut up and threw down some ugly throat. After placing it on the counter top, I walked over to the other side of the kitchen and opened the cupboard with the fancy plates, grabbing a small stylish one that was only allowed for Sheryl's salmon.
Grimacing, I picked up a piece and began cutting it up so it was all neat, then place it neatly on the plate. I continued this until there was a design with the salmon. I never really get why she makes me do this every morning. Because she messes it up with her 'perfectly manicured fingers' as soon as she grabs the plate! I sigh once more before picking up the plate and making my way to the garden where I know she is.
I walked through the garden as slow as I could, trying to take longer till I had to see her orange face or hear her annoying voice. But unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side because I could still hear her bigmouth going on about 'how talented her girls are'. I rolled my eyes. They aren't talented. Just awkward.
"Becca?!" I jumped and ran the rest of the way, hopping down the steps, being careful not to drop the plate like I have done previous times before.
"I'm coming!" I said as I quickly approached her. I carefully placed her plate on the table, next to her chair. I watched her as she took a sip from her cup of something pink, waiting for her to talk.
"Is this the Norwegian salmon I asked for? Because I need my omega 3's." I just raised my eyebrows and shrugged.
"Yeah.... The best."
She took a quick, rough bite out of it, pulling the fork out of her mouth and chewed loudly. I cringed when I hear her lips slapping together. Shen then spoke with a mouthful.
"Oh yeah, I can tell! You know, It costs a lot to send that stuff in from over there." I just stared at her, not knowing what to say.
"Well, I've got to get to school." I said and started to make my way to the steps under the arch, when she stopped me.
"What? You're not going to school this morning. You've got to get to work."
"Sheryl, I can't go to work this morning. I've got a really big test I've got to study for.
