Blake's P.O.V.
The sunlight streamed into my room from my window, I mentally cursed at it. How dare the sun kill my sleep. I groaned. Someone please kill the sun. I groggily got up out of my comfy bed which I am really attached to mind you, why else would I tear up every time I yawn. That, idiotic people of the world is what is called pure love.
My bedroom door flew open and walked in my mother...the early bird.
"Can you kill the sun, it is too bright" I whined. I could just see my mother rolling her eyes at me and shaking her head.I face plated into my pillow. I love you pillow, remember that, even if I won't be spending much time with you today. I sighed in contentment. My mother opened her mouth.
"Blake get up now or I am getting the bucket" she warned me. I sat up straight away. My mother wasn't joking, she has thrown cold water on me before and let me tell you...she was a Gaston at that moment. I shivered just thinking about it.
Still sitting on my bed facing my mum, I crossed my arms and pouted. She just rolled her eyes and and raised her eyebrow at me. You Jafar! I stuck my tongue out at her and she just shook her head. Rude! I am the best daughter you could ask for. I get good grades, I am fabulous, and I am mature. What more do you want.
Poke. I gasped. She poked me. My mother poked me. Game on. I looked her dead in the eye telling her exactly that I wasn't letting her get away with poking me. I stuck my finger out and in one swift move, I got my revenge. I poked her. My victory was short lived. She poked me back. We both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
After several minutes of laughing my butt off, and might I say I have a fine butt....yeah right. Honey, you are flatter than a board. I glared at that voice in my head. Wait, am I just glaring at myself. I rolled my eyes, I had bigger problems to worry about, like my coffee and why mother dearest decided to visit me....early in the morning. She knows how I am without having my morning coffee...let's just say there is a lot of growling, roaaaaarrrrrr, and I am scarier and sassier than Ursula.
I flung myself out of my bed, my mother just getting up. Show off. I stuck my tongue out at her. She stuck hers out at me back. LE GASP!
"Mother. Be mature. You are the mother here" I scolded her.
"Oh shut up you Jafar." she sarcastically replied. I gasped. Brought my arms up above my head, looked up at my gorgeous white ceiling, and fell to the floor dramatically.
"You wound me mother" I told her, exaggerating how I felt.
"Sure I do honey" she sarcastically retorted. I just shook my head at her, before I knew what was happening, my beloved pillow hit my face. I glared at my mother. I grabbed my pillow and swung it at her and that is how I had a full on pillow fight with my mother at 10 am on a Saturday morning.
Hours later...not really no. More like 20 minutes later, with the pillows being completely destroyed and feathers floating about in my room. We had a truce..for today. Getting up from the floor and walking downstairs. I made a beeline for the kitchen and whipped up some coffee. I took a sip. Heaven in a cup people. Heaven in a cup. If you don't like coffee...MEGA ULTIMATE DISNEY SHAME! I would never talk to you, and shun you.
"Mum, you said I had a lot to do today. It's Saturday, I never have anything to do on a Saturday, thanks to all my friends having lives and being busy on Saturdays. Jafars. All of them.
"Oh yes, that. One of the contestants for tonight charity event can't make it tonight, and you have to fill in for her" Mother dearest said nonchalantly. My eyes widened and I just stared at her looking like a fish. I pouted in my head, I do not like being compared to fish.
I took the last sip of my coffee, and put it down on the counter top. The plop sound of the cup hitting the granite counter the only noise in the room. I rattled off Disney insults aimed at my mother in my head. There is no way I would vocalize them. I am too young and beautiful to die. I would rather repeat high school than tell my mother what I was thinking. I grimaced.
"I don't get a say in this, do I" I stated.
"Nope." She said popping the 'p'. I sighed. With the amount of sighing I have done this morning I am amazed to how I have not run out of breath and drooped to the floor...How am I skinny.
I slumped my shoulders, I replicated the hunchback from Notre Dame right now. I am sorry Quasimodo, I love you, but I really do look like you, and that is how I spent the whole day being poked, prodded, pruned, and thinking of Disney insults to call everyone.
Be happy. I updated. Not as good as the other chapters or as long. I am sorry. The sass and sarcasm are at an all time low.
-Blackheart
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