Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 14: Princess Bradalina will not be happy.

A/N: Dedicated to the birthday boy, Kuro_Inori HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURO! (Wish him if you haven't already. ＼(☆o◎)／ )

  •BRAD•

Have you ever felt like a huge spoon has been eating your soul and a straw has been sucking the life out of you? Every moment you wait, you feel emptier. You're like a bucket with a hole. The more you pour in 'happiness', the more it leaks out.

You know that everything will be alright, but somewhere inside you, you have a feeling of doubt.

Something's missing. Some major is missing inside you.

You don't feel like eating anymore, you start stirring the water in your cup aimlessly. Your hands feel lethargic even when you drum. You lose the beat.

Each day feels longer than a thousand years.

You don't see any purpose in living, but you can't die without seeing the most important person in your life.

Now snap out of it.

I am the one feeling like that, not you jokers reading my life.

Yes, I broke the 'fourth wall'. Run.

"Good morning, mom." I said, grabbing my bowl of cereal. It hurts me to call her mom.

"'Morning, honey. Have you seen Chad?"

Chad was tip-toeing down the staircase today, unlike his usual sliding - down - the railing - self. He held a finger above his lips.

I nodded dryly, getting his stupid message.

"No." I said, pouring the milk in my bowl. I concentrated on forcing myself to eat, rather than getting even more depressed by looking at Chad's antics.

He's probably going to sneak  up on his mom and scare her. Or finish those pancakes without her noticing.

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Phlif, phlof, phlif, phlof –

"For the love of God, SHUT YOUR PHLIF PHLOF!" I shouted at Chad.

Phlifphlofphlif –

"What?" He asked, jogging towards me.

"Oh, you bloody well know." I said, jabbing a finger at him.

He gave me a confused expression. A genuinely confused one.

I kept walking, ignoring him.

Plifplofplifplofplifofplifplof–

I whipped around and yanked the bag off his shoulders. "You do not know how to carry a bag."

"Thanks?" He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Finally, the noise died out.

Wait, why did I care if his stupid bag is slapping against his back, making those annoying noises? I can just ignore them, instead of carrying his heavy bag.