I woke up that morning to a familiar smell. Oh, how I loved that smell. I could already taste it; that thick, juicy bacon that Dad gets from the butcher a few blocks down. Man, I loved that bacon. I slipped out of bed and stood up, scurrying down the stairs. On my way into the kitchen, I turned the radio on, as per usual, to hear the morning news. I continued my way to the kitchen to see my father frying some bacon on the stove. I grinned.
"Good morning, Dad," I said.
He turned to look at me, and smiled. He didn't reply, though. My parents didn't talk to me much, they weren't exactly proud of me. It's not my fault I was powerless. I didn't want to be like my parents anyway. My parents pride their strength, and they picked fights a lot. I wasn't very fond of that, but there's nothing I could do about it. I, on the other hand, preferred to read and study. My parents didn't mind, as long as I was quiet.
"I smell bacon!" exclaimed a voice from upstairs. My older brother came leaping down the stairwell and walked casually into the kitchen. His name is Chester. Chester was kind of overprotective of me. He didn't like how our parents treated me.
My dad smiled at Chester. "Good morning, Chester!" he exclaimed.
Chester grinned. "Morning, Dad," and then he turned towards me and said, "morning, sis."
My brother and I did our handshake, and afterwards I went to the other room to listen to the radio. I grabbed a book off the shelf and sat on the sofa, next to the radio on the coffee table and listened.
"FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY! Come down to Soar City to see the Queen of Ice Cap Terror herself, Queen Snowfall! ONLY ON FRIDAY!"
Ice Cap Terror? I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't find any books about that place in the library, I barely knew anything about it. But the QUEEN? If I met the queen, I could get so many answers--but who am I kidding? Someone as important and regal as her would never even bother to lay eyes on one such as I. It's so frustrating, knowing there are answers right there, yet there is no way of obtaining them. I wonder why the place is so vague anyways. I've heard rumors of its beauty. A ring of glaciers, the biggest glaciers on the planet, surrounded the mysterious, icy kingdom. In the center, was an elegant palace, constructed with such precise and detailed craftsmanship. The idea of such architecture amazed me.
Chester went into the dining room with plates of bacon and eggs. He set the table as my mom walked into the room in her pajamas. My mom took a seat at the table. I got up off the sofa, and went to the table. I climbed the chair to the seat and sat down. I ate quickly, and stayed quiet while Chester and my parents talked. Of course, I was listening. Attentively.
"Did you hear about those dragons?" my father asked, "those white ones. I think they're here to show us up. They look pretty mean, like they're looking for a fight."
"I didn't just hear about them, I saw them," my mother replied, "I thought the same thing when I saw them...those troublemaki—"
"Mom!" Chester yelled, "not at the table!"
I watched, unphased by the commotion. It was almost funny, the arguing.
The noise died down, and I took my plate and hopped off the seat. I went to the kitchen and put my dish in the sink. I went to go back to my room, grabbing the radio on the way.
As soon as I got into my room I shut the door and put the radio on my desk. I turned it on and listened to some music as I read a book.
As casual as this day was, little did I know, this day would change my life...for the better.
