I lean my head against the cold window, watching the rain fall down. Summer is officially over, and fall has taken it's place.
I'm not complaining though, fall is my favourite season. There is something magical about how all the leaves changes colours, and how the days get shorter.
I pull the blanket tighter around my body. I'm sitting in the windowsill with a cup of tea in my hand and a book in my lap. There is something truly peaceful with sitting here, it's like the whole world slows down and stops while i dig my teeth in a new book.
Yes, I'm a bookworm. I love reading,because when i read, i can live a thousand lives that's more interesting than mine.
"Cat!" My mom calls. "We're going for a walk, do you want to come? " "No thanks, I'll just stay here reading for a while" "okay" she says and i can hear the door shut as they leave the house.
A small smile forms on my lips, now i have the whole house for myself and i can do whatever I want. Which means I don't have to wear any pants.
I jump out from the windowsill, I've been sitting there for over an hour and my butt is starting to hurt. I walk over to my closet and pull out one of my big sweaters.
" Sorry sweatpants, i love you, but you have to go" I say as i pull them off. The floor is cold and i quickly feel goosebumps rising on my bare feet.
Maybe taking my pants off wasn't such a great idea after all, but there is no way I'm admitting defeat. Lucky for me, i have a trick when this kind of think happen.
I bend down, open one of my drawers and pull out my burgundy red knee socks. "Now don't get cold, or I'll be very disappointed" I tell my feet.
It's normal talking to your body parts right?
After having put on the socks, I make my way to the kitchen. With knowing hands, I find the ingredients I need to make hot chocolate. As I search the cupboards, I realize that not only do i have enough chocolate to make cocoa, I have enough chocolate to make chocolate chip cookies too.
I do a little happy dance as i find the rest of the ingredients. To me, chocolate chip cookies aren't just cookies, they're home.
My brother always used to bake them Whenever one of me of us were sick, or actually whenever we found an opportunity.
He made them perfect, they were always gooey, and the chocolate was always melted to perfection.
I remember how i used to sit beside him watching him cook, and how he always left some of the dough to me.
~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
" What are you doing? " I asked the second i stepped through the door and heard my brother in the kitchen.
"What do you think I'm doing? " He said, i could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Making cookies! " i screamed and ran to the kitchen.
And yes he was making cookies, tons of them. I could see trays full of freshly baked pieces of heaven laying to cool everywhere.
"Oh my god, it's been way too long since we've baked" I said and sat on the tabletop beside where he stood, making more dough. "Since I'VE cooked" he corrected me and smiled.
"Now don't you take all the glory, i always help eating the extra dough" I said and he laughed. "Yes, that reminds me" he bends down and hands me a bowl full of cookie dough. " Here "
" OHMYGAWD! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOU! " i screamed in happiness and started stuffing my mouth with the delicious goo.
~~~~Flashback over~~~~
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The Bucketlist Bitches
Novela Juvenil"I learned a lot about falling in love when I fell out of love, I learned a lot about being a friend when i was alone."
