Weekend With The Gods

1: why do parents always leave the door open?

"kids! "hurry up!" my mum shouted from downstairs,

I groaned and tried to hide in my baby blue covers for a few extra minutes as I heard someone stomping up the stairs.

Before I knew it, the covers had been stripped off of me and I was laying there in my bed shorts and an oversized band shirt feeling lost without the sheet.

"seriously?" I questioned groggily as I sat up in my bed,

"up... now," my mum ordered before leaving the room with the door open,

why do parents always leave the door open?

The next thing I knew I heard the exact same words come out of her mouth again a few doors down. She must have been taking Bear's covers off as well and forcing him to get up.

Bear is my brother. He has the same blonde hair and blue eyes as I do but her he around a foot taller than me. I'm considered petite whereas he is definitely tall standing at 6 foot 3, with me being 5ft 4.

I heard a tired complaint escape his room as my mum stormed out shaking her head and sighing.

Harsh much.

"you've got 30 minutes to get ready!" she shouted before wandering into her room and continuing to pack for her vacation to Mexico with her boyfriend: Matt, who she has been dating for about a year.

I fell back onto my bed wishing that I didn't have to go to my dad's this week. I hadn't been to his house in about a month so I was not looking forward to seeing him at all.

"Ed...who is going in the bathroom first," my brother croakily shouted from his room,

I sighed and replied to him, "I will," I said as I got up, rubbed my eyes free of sleep and proceeded to make my way to the bathroom.

I walked along the cream carpet and the white walls that was the hallway colours. I entered the bathroom which was painted in a light blue and light red concept (our mum was very into beaches and seaside's when she decorated the bathroom).

I turned the shower on and washed my hair making sure that when I was done, I put my shampoo and conditioner in a bag to take with me. Whilst I was in the bathroom, I also picked up a few other things that I needed for our dads such as my toothbrush, toothpaste and my makeup bag because I didn't want my bags to be too visible every morning.

"15 minutes!" my mum shouted as a reminder when I entered my room.

I heard my brother rushing into the bathroom cursing as he did so.

I cringed as I thought about how much he was going to hate me for that but then brushed it off when the feeling passed over me.

When I got out of my room, fully dressed with my bag packed for the week I looked down at my watch that was placed around my wrist, I noticed that I had ran over by a few minutes and I needed to get downstairs as quick as possible or I would be dead.

When I headed down the stairs with my leather night bag around my shoulder, I looked in front of me to see my mum standing there tapping her foot and staring at her watch. I looked to the left of her to see my brother standing there triumphantly with his blonde hair all over the place from not gelling it or styling it well.

"how did you get down here so fast?" I asked kind of surpised that he was ready,

"I helped him pack," my mum stated as the door opened for us to pack the car,

"what!" I exclaimed, "that's not fair," I said crossing my arms like a child.

She sighed and carried her bags out to the car, I followed her and put mine in the backseat as I climbed in and sat there wishing I called shotgun before Bear did.