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"Wake up, lazybones! Get your lazy fat ass off your bed!"

An extremely welcoming line, said to me, as I open one eye to look straight at the face of my one year older brother, Daniel.

"Get lost, Dan." I grumbled, pulling the blanket further over myself.

"You're gonna get late again!" He objected, pulling away the blanket from me, mercilessly.

This was the last step. Sleeping without the blanket was like watching a movie without popcorn.

Finally, I woke up. "You could've been more gentle about it. You don't need to yell in my ear." I told him, as I trodded to the closet to pick an outfit for the day.

"What did you want me to do then?" He shrugged, and then said in a squeaky girly voice, "Hup hup, get up, sunflower! Its morning!"

"Get out of my room." I said, pushing him out myself.

"You've got ten minutes." He yelled as I slammed my door, and walked into the bathroom.

I came out, soaked and wrapped in a towel, and began to wear the clothes I'd chosen, and looked at my bed longingly.

I swear to god, if human-furniture marriages were lawful, I'd definitely marry this bed. Its been a support to me in all kinds of-

Do I sound as if I'm talking of a boy or do I just sound idiotic?

Whatever.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked down to the hall, sitting down at the table.

I snapped my fingers and called for my brother. "Daniel! Where's my food!"

"Right in front of you." He replied, in a singsong voice, coming into the hall from his room on the ground floor. Mine was on the first floor, with a balcony, and a playroom.

I looked at the table. "Not again!"

"Cereal and milk is traditional Canadian breakfast!"

"For the hundredth time, we're Americans! We just live in Canada. And plus, bacon, eggs and bread is the traditional breakfast."

"Maybe we're not really traditional people then."

I got up lazily and walked to the fridge for something good. "Where the heck is the pizza I bought yesterday!"

"I remember having eaten it this morning." He said, scratching his chin.

I threw whatever was in my nearest grasp at him, which happened to be a bread.

"Mm, bun." He muttered, eating what I'd just thrown at him.

"I'll buy something to eat from the school cafe." I yelled, taking my car keys.

"But what about the breakfast I prepared, with my love and care?" He ASD stupidly, in high pitched tone.

"Eat it yourself. And save that 'love and care' for your girlfriend, Sasha." I yelled, as I walked out of my house and towards my car.

My highschool began like an hour before his, so we went in our separate cars. As I turn on my car, I remember how he had to drop me off to school everyday, a year ago, since I just wouldn't drive a car, after dad's car accident. Mom had died due to cancer, when I was five, and dad had earned enough for us to live heartily even without jobs, for years upon end. So, in short, we were happy and unhappy.

I reached school in five minutes, yeah, I'm a fast driver.

I walked in, greeting professors and stuff like that. I walked straight into the school cafe and ordered a double cheese hamburger and a large coke. Taking the food with me, I found myself a nice for-one table and sat, enjoying my food.