Scribblings

01/04/2016

Dedicated to Macy_Filia because I kind of love singing on the roof, can't wait for book two!
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This morning I woke up to my parents arguing, not something I was exactly used to. It sounded bad, so I slipped downstairs to investigate.
"-SO DONE!" I heard one of them shout. This sounded suspiciously like a conversation a couple verging on a divorce would have, which seemed impossible. Yesterday they seemed so in love with each other that I listened to music as I fell asleep, just to be on the safe side.
I approach them cautiously. They were perilously close to my pop tart, one of the last I had. One wrong move and it was bye bye breakfast.
"Hey. What's going on?" I smiled nervously, one eye on them, the other on my pop tart. Both of them looked at each other, fuming.
"You tell her, or should I?" My dad said. My hand inched closer to my pop tart.
"We'll do it at the same time," Mum responded. Just a little bit more...
"APRIL FOOLS!"  My parents high fived each other and laughed heartily until they saw my completely neutral expression (I would call it my 'engaged by food' face) their violent laughter began to draw to a close. Got my pop tart! Success!

"Sweetie," My mother started, I popped my pop tart in the toaster," Weren't you worried that your dad and I were going to split up?" She said, her eyes wide and doe-like.
"Nope," I said, pressing the lever thingy down on the toaster.

"But why?" Dad pouted," We were so convincing as well! I believed your mother actually hated me for a moment there!"

"Well, some parts are easier than others," she teased.

"Honey!" My father looked appalled. She kissed his cheek in return.

Ew.

"Anyway," I said," The next day you decide you want to fool me into thinking that you hate each other, try not to make goo goo eyes at each other for the entire day," I shuddered," I thought I was going to be eternally traumatised." At that moment, my pop tart flung itself out of the toaster. I caught it swiftly with my plate and simultaneously poured myself a glass of orange juice. My parents looked at me wide eyed as I placed it on the breakfast table, Tumblr already open on my laptop.
If there has been one thing school has taught me, it's how to have breakfast efficiently, and now that it was the holidays, it had become a habit.
With brother at his part time job, and my parents doing their respective roles in running this household, I got out my pre planned blanket and snuggled down as I watched anime and other guilty pleasure TV shows. And no, I do not have Netflix, so as badass as I am, I watched them illegally.

Xx

K.S

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