Normal, Ordinary, Average. [On Hold]

5 : Praying To The Colony Of Breakfast Gnomes In The Sky

No, your eyes are not deceiving you! Yes, this is an update!

Whoa, dudes! Radical right?! :)

DEDICATED to  @goldenbrown because her comment on Chapter 3 made me lauuuugh XD

Okay so I haven't got much else to say apart from...

COMPETITION TIME!

So basically, in this chapter, there is a quote from a film, if any of you spot it and know what film it's from then please comment and whoever gets it first can get a ... fan and dedication? Is that okay?

Yea anyway, the film is awesome. I only watched it recently but as soon as I heard the quote, I knew I had to include it aha :)

Happy reading!

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Waking up on a Monday morning is just one of those things that all teenagers hate as much as your Grandma making you eat every last sprout on your plate at Christmas.

It’s one of those times when the phrase ‘just 10 more minutes’ is used an abnormal amount of times until you have ‘just 10 more minutes’ to get ready before you’ll be late to school.

Monday mornings are even worse when you have a 5 year old brother who doesn’t understand the term ‘beauty sleep’ and insists on you getting up as early as him, and is then surprised when you surface from the covers looking like one of the beaten up zombie’s from Shaun of the Dead.

So as Leo jumps on my covers screeching that the ‘breakfast gnome’ is here; yes, that’s right, my mother has been feeding made-up lies to my poor, gullible brother that there are not only tooth fairies, Easter bunnies and Christmas elves, but also breakfast gnomes who grant us with wonderful breakfasts every morning… I have to awake from my slumber at an ungodly hour looking like I’ve either been ran over by a god-damn truck in my sleep, or have decided that ‘zombie-chic” is the next best fashion trend.

Whichever one, I’ll still end up going to school looking a mess.

“Get out, Leo,” I mumble as I emerge from my bed and let my feet fall onto the cold and uninviting wooden floor. Leo swiftly stops jumping on my bed and quickly rolls off of it and onto the floor as though he’s scared for his life and really believes that I’ve turned into a zombie. I swear, what has my mother done to that kids brain? Told him that zombies are real and that gnomes have some sort of fetish for delivering breakfast to children? What’s next; that Jaws the fish is actually an alien from Mars but he’s disguised himself so that he can get an insight into normal human life? Yup, I’m pretty sure that that is next on my mother’s list of lies to feed to Leo in order to turn him into a ‘well rounded individual’. But then again we are not exactly a good test subject of a normal family – if Jaws really is somehow telling his alien friends about what us humans are like, based on our family, I think that the poor aliens will be scarred for life and will cross Earth off of their list for invasion – actually, that could be a good thing. The Thompsons save the world from an alien invasion. Huh, I quite like the sound of saving the world…

As my door shuts, signalling the exit of my brother, I let out a deep sigh, tell my thoughts to shut the hell up, run a hand though my knotted hair and make my way into my en-suite bathroom. Luckily, because I am the only female child, I get the room with the en suite whilst Leo and Alex both got separate rooms, but have to share a bathroom – at least that’s one positive of my family situation.

Because, you know, there are plenty more positives…

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“Morning, chick,” My mums voice floats from the stove as I enter the kitchen dressed for school in my signature dark blue, baggy jeans, converse and Big Bang Theory Tee – proving that I am so not a nerd. I haven’t taken an abnormal amount of time showering and choosing an outfit – since that is really a case of picking random garments up for me - so after Leo’s early awakening and my short amount of time getting ready, I have enough time to eat breakfast at a peaceful rate rather than running out of the door whilst shoving some dry toast down my throat like I shamefully occasionally do.