The Life of Karen (SLOW UPDATING)

All Bree. . .

Chapter Six

"Karen! Hey, Karen!!"

I heard my name being called, waking me up from my ever sweet sleep.

I groaned and rolled over on my side, placing my pillow directly on my face.

I hated mornings. In case you didn't know, I had to wake up at four o'clock EVERY morning so I could go to school and do the chores, back at my old home.

But I'm in Hartsworth now. I reminded myself. I don't have to do chores. . .

I finally decided to get up after a few more seconds of Bree's constantly calling my name.

"What do you want, Bree?" I asked sleepily.

"Good grief, Karen!" Bree exclaimed. "You were sleeping FOREVER!!"

"What time is it?" I muttered.

"Oh, it's six o'clock." Bree said.

How can she be so perky at six o'click in the morning??

Suddenly, my mind started whirring.

Wait, Classes don't start at seven, do they???

I sat up straight in my bed. "Bree, what time do classes start?" I asked uncertainly.

"Classes? Those don't start until eight!" she said as waved her hand at me. "That gives us time to look around after breakfast!" she hurried on excitedly. "So hurry up, I've already eaten."

She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Don't you just love her?

I smirked at my sarcastic comment.

Anyway, after I finished getting ready, we went downstairs to eat. I had to stay by Bree the whole time, cause I had no idea where to go.

She showed me down one of the hallways to the dining hall, and I could almost taste all the food! Delicious smells were wafting from the room, and I sniffed the air.

"Karen, hey, when we get there, I'll save us a table, all right??"

I didn't even wait for Bree, I just ran over to the line of people by the food. The question was, what was I going to eat?? There was so many choices, but I knew my stomach would hold all of them.

There was butter toast, pancakes, bacon, sausages, waffles, french toast, cinnamon buns, biscuits, crescent rolls, bagels, yogurt, eggs, fruit, oatmeal, all kinds of cereal . . . Okay, let's just say there was alot of food.

To drink there was chocolate milk, milk, coffee, assorted flavors of tea, and fruit juices.

Whoever lived here, had it made! Wow. . . It was like my dream breakfast buffet!!

One thing for sure, I definitely knew I wasn't going to eat any of the oatmeal. I had been forced to choke down that disgusting glop back home almost everyday. That and plain grits. I guess my 'mom' didn't have as much cooking experience in the kitchen as she let on.

Maybe I would try having a pancake breakfast. . .

So I left the buffet with a plate full of toast, scrambled eggs, sausage links, buttered biscuits, and I even added a couple apple slices, and then of course, pancakes.

I gave Bree an ear splitting grin on my way back to the table she had saved for us.

She took one look at my plate and laughed.

"Forgetting desert?" she asked.

I knitted my brows, "But It's breakfast. . ."

She just laughed even more. "Never mind." she said choking up.