Anger Management

Chapter 1: Shade throwing parents and white lace bra's

Im pulling at a rope. Constantly trying to overcome the strong source at the other end. A huge smile is on my face, as I hear a vibrant laugh cut through the air.  I strain my neck wanting to see the source of the laugh. All I can see though is a blurry figure at the other end, their action doing the same as mine. Pulling. I try to pull the rope harder trying to see this face that has a laugh that sounds like everything happy. Eager I get a sudden burst of adrenaline, my muscles suddenly become stronger, and I tug at the rope with all my might. I feel the other person's grip loosen. My smile gets bigger, I frantically pull at the rope. The blurriness around their body begins to fade. The first thing I see are their eyes. A vibrant green with gold close to the pupil. I pull harder wanting to see more, needing to see more. I almost see their face, its..

"Wake Up! Sylvie are you listening to me? If I have to come in their Im bringing a bucket of water with me! If I dont hear a response in three seconds youll be sorry. One.. Two"

    "WHAT, what Im up?!!" I say while my head shoots up from the pillow.

My mom opens the door a smile on her face and a bucket of water in her hands. My eyes widen with shock, as I sit there trying to take in that my mom was really going to drown me in water.

    "Good job, honey but I mean you could've stayed sleeping I wanted to pour this on you."

"Mother!, what is wrong with you what if I drowned in my sleep huh?"

    " Oh stop exaggerating, its not even a lot in here." She says while sending me a non caring wave. I continue to sit there with my mouth wide open

" Oh well maybe next time. Come on get up I got breakfast downstairs getting cold. Its your favorite too, and if you dont get down there and eat it I will!" My mom says in a sing songy voice while exiting my room. I run to the door opening it back up, and look down the hallway.

    "Mom!, you know Im all about sharing but if you touch my Nutella pancakes, I will end you!" I shout down the hallway at her retreating figure.

"You know I still have a bucket full of water right?" My mom says stopping, but not bothering to turn around. I decide to lose this battle, and hurry to close my door before she comes to start a war. I let out a huff as I hear her cheery laugh carrying itself throughout our house. I roll my eyes a small smile tugging at my lips. I walk towards my phone, and turn on my Bluetooth, before hitting my playlist, and walking towards my bathroom. I dance to Meghan Trainors song No while washing my body almost slipping and getting a concussion  about three times. I wet my hair not wanting to go through a hassle today, and turn off the water before stepping out. I walk out the bathroom, in my purple robe my soaking wet hair in a bun. I dance towards my closet really appreciating Meghan Trainors self confidence lyrics blasting in my room. I pull open my white wooden doors, and glance around before deciding on a plain white t-shirt, and some khaki shorts. I hurry to get dressed leaving my hair up, and slipping on some socks and my white high top converse, before stepping out into the hallway the smell of chocolate filling my nose.

Remembering that my pancakes are at risk I run down the hallway, before tripping over my own two feet trying to go down the stairs. I jump down the last two stairs landing like a ninja, before I sprint past the living room, and into the kitchen.

"Dont you dare touch my pancakes you vicious woman!" I yell at my mother as she proceeds to let the fork journey to her mouth, my Nutella pancakes resting peacefully on their.  She drops the fork before smiling sweetly at me, knowing shes been caught.

"I was only gonna taste them, I dont even like chocolate." I give her my not so convinced look before walking towards the kitchen island, and propping myself up on one of the stools. I hastily grab my plate of pancakes before shoving a big slice into my mouth, glaring at my mom the whole time.