Comfort Zone.

My morning routine

Do you ever have those one moments where you just stare & stare & stare at your ceiling until your ready to get up & face hell? Well, welcome to my life. Literally. My dad is one of those dad's who don't care how sick you are or if your dying or not, education comes first.

"SOPH, GET YOUR ASS UP & GET READY OR YOU'RE GOING TO CATCH THE PUBLIC BUS. DAD SAID YOU BETTER BE READY IN 1 HOUR OR ELSE!"

My brothers are the loveliest aren't they? NOT.

I sigh, roll my eyes & rub them before i get up. "I'M UP YOU ASSHOLES" I snap. I remove the last layer of heaven known to mankind aka. my blanket.

I get up & start to walk to my bedroom door & soon as I open my door Steven, my 11-year old little brother starts screaming on the top of his lungs.

"OWW. Steve, you little shit you just broke my eardrum!!" I scolded him.

"I'm sorry sis, you just look like my nightmare last night."

Yep, that's me, Sophie Livingston a walking nightmare. I scowl at him.

"Get out of my way brat. & get ready NOW." I reply to him while pushing him out of the way so I can go to the little girls room.

I enter my bathroom & do my business. Dad says letting out your pee in the morning is better than sex but I wouldn't know anything about that bc im a child of God . AMEN.

As i'm washing my hands I hear yelling.

  "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!"  

I run downstairs to find my 2nd youngest brother Perry standing over a burning skillet. The walls are painted with some sort of slime, the floor is completely covered with white, sticky ,batter of some sort & the counters are drenched with syrup & I'm pretty sure he used every single dish in our kitchen there is.

"Perry! What the hell are you trying to do?!" I yell as I run over to grab the skillet & put it under cold water.

"Cook" he replies in duh voice.

"Who in their right mind would let YOU of ALL PEOPLE cook?!?!" I question him.

"Uhhh.. Daniel." he replies sheepishly.

"DANIEL BARRY LIVINGSTON GET DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY.!" I yell on the top of my lungs.

Daniel comes running in with full force but slips due to the batter. He runs into the cabinet which is open & hits his head into it which manages to close it.

"Aww man! Now you ruined my socks & my favorite pants you ass & managed to get me hurt during the process!" he complains.

Let me tell you something about my brother, He's 6'3, He's 19. Yes, he failed a grade & his friends think that's soooo cool. & the girls think that's soooo hot...(As if.) I shudder at the thought of him having sex.

He has medium brown hair & physically good features. He's on the football team as varsity quarterback (total jock) & he has his off & on days. Some days he'll want to be responsible & other days he doesn't want too. Most days I have to treat him like he's a 10 year old! Yezzus help me.

"Actually YOU did." I correct him

"How the- holy mother of milk what the fuck happened in here?" he asks with an astonished face as he takes a look around at what our little brother did.

"You. You is what happened" I accused him.

"Me?"

"Yes you. You let a 9-year old cook. & make a HUGE mess. So now, you get to clean this whole mess up by yourself" I reply smiling.