Waking up is the same story. School...the same story too. But love........love, love is a whole other.
My pale feet touched the hard, cold birch floor. The door creaked softly making it only able for me to hear.
The aroma of strawberry-blueberry pancakes fille the air. With a quick sniff, my mind was only on food.
I hurridly go to the kitchen to find my older brother there trying to make the pancakes. I smile and giggle at his goofyness.
I grab his green collar shirt and made sure it was nice and neat. Once I turned around I hear a BANG.
Right then and there, total darkness was all I could see.
Whats happening to me
