Apart

700

October 1st
Alice
I checked at Instagram, noticing I'd reached 700 followers on my cube fan account.
Oh my god! I thought. I quickly posted something about it and checked who the 700th follower was. I decided to DM them. They were also a cube fan account.
"Hey." I said awkwardly.
"Umm, hey." They replied after a moment.
"I just wanted to thank you so much for being my 700th follower!" I told her.
"Aww! Your welcome. I'm kind of new to the fandom on Instagram." She said.
"Well, welcome to the fandom." I told her. Then I went back to listening to music and making edits, not thinking much of it.
"Alice!" My mom called from down the stairs.
"Yes, momma?" I replied.
"Le souper est prêt."
"Momma, speak in English!" I exclaimed.
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Dinner is ready."
"Ok." I sighed, putting my phone down on the desk beside my bed, laying my headphones on them. I briskly glanced in the mirror, seeing a girl with brown, straight hair, high cheekbones, and brown eyes.
I rushed downstairs, stopping to walk into the kitchen when I heard Momma swearing in French under her breath.
"What Momma?" One of my four brothers asked.
She looked up, and spotted me. "Hello, dear."
"Where is Dad?" I asked.
"He's working double shifts at the hospital." Momma looked distressed.
"Pass the bread." The second youngest brother, Lenny ordered.
"Please." Momma added.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, please, pass the bread."
I handed him the basket full of bread fresh from Momma's bakery. The smell bathed my tongue.
"So, Alice." Momma turned her sharp eyes to me.
"Yes, Momma." I flinched under her hawk-eyes.
"What have you been doing up in your room ever since you got home? Homework, I hope?"
"Umm, yes, Momma?" I lied.
I prepare myself for questioning, but she merely said, "That's my fille."
"Girl, Momma." I corrected.
"Girl. That's my girl." Momma said. "Alex has a football game this weekend. Are you coming?"
"No, Momma." I looked at my plate.
"Why not?"
"I-I don't want to watch people run up and down a field kicking a ball."
"Hey!" Alex, who was 12, glared at me. "At least I play sports."
"Excuse me, but I play sports." I gave him a dirty look.
"Oh? What sport would that be?" Alex returned the glare.
"Online sports." I said.
Momma ticked with disapproval and Alex gave me a disgusted look.
I finished up dinner and ran back up to my room, grabbed my phone, and hopped onto my bed.
Felix, my twenty-one-year-old cat waddled into my room after me.
"Hey, boy." I cooed.
He turned his head, searching around for me. He spotted me and walked over. I patted his head a few times, then he lay on my rug.
I sighed and turned back to my screen.