Living a Fantasy

Breakfast?

Alexis was sound asleep dreaming about none other than the amazing, picobucks, yes this is a real word that is used to describe the most holy meal of, pizza followed by chocolate and washed down with the mouthwatering taste of a Starbucks drink. (Any drink will do, let's be honest they are all amazing).

Alexis
I woke up with a jolt, my alarm clock ringing in my ear, damn I need to remember to turn this thing off on the weekend. I looked outside my window, the wind was dancing with the trees, making them sway and spin, and leaves where falling to the ground twirling all the way, yup looks as freezing as always, thanks British weather. I slowly turned around and peered at my purple flower clock on the wall that I've had since I was five years old, it was half past seven. That is way too early! "Uuuggghhh" I whisper groaned at my bed. Once I've woken up there is no chance of falling back asleep, my body was now a fully functioning, 'ready for the day' machine.

I slumped down onto my bed at stared into space for a while, thinking about my story, 'Once upon Olympus', and more importantly what I was going to have for breakfast.

I wandered over to my door, grabbed my dressing gown and wandered down the steps, being careful not to make them creak. Even though I hated waking up early on the weekend, there was always something that makes you happy when you wake up at school time but then realize it's the weekend and you don't have to got to school!

I tiptoed down into the kitchen and quietly creak open the cupboard to get some cereal, but when I take a peak inside, I am greeted by emptiness looking back at me almost teasing me, saying ha ha ha now you gotta eat something else you lazy butt! Well screw you cupboard, I scowl at the wood. "I'm gonna make pancakes" I whisper to myself whilst opening the fridge and grabbing some eggs, milk, self raising flour, and some other stuff I was guessing was in pancakes. Shouldn't be too hard right?

Well I was wrong........"ugh where is the flour! Great it's all over the floor" I said quietly to myself, whilst scooping white powder off the ground, "maybe I can just blow the dirt off and still use it" i questioned, whilst beginning to blow over the flour. But abruptly stopped when the powder sprayed all over me and over the already scattered floor. Adding to the mounds already spread  across the tiles, as if I where in the middle of the ski slopes. Looking down at the mess I had created I began to feel the urge to carry on and make more, but then realisation hit me, more mess equals more cleaning, and besides we were out of flour.

"Aghhh great now the egg shells are in the batter, remind me to get a profesional cook when I'm older, cause I am no way gonna learn how to make pancakes never mind a full meal" I whispered in my head, as I closed my eyes took a deep breath and began to try and remember why I was still doing this. "Oh yeah that's right I'm so hungry the kitchen counter is starting to look tasty"

The hob began to spit its flame in my face as I tried to find the right temperature, I placed the pan over the spitting fire. I then put vegetable oil on top so the pancakes won't stick because I couldn't find any normal oil. "Owww damn that bloody hurts" I scream/whispered so as not to wake my mum, how is she still asleep after all the racket I've made. I held my arm as if It were broken and cradled it over to the sink, i held it under the cold, running water. I was trying to flip the batter in the pan using a spatula but I dropped the spatula on the counter. When I went to reach out to get it I instead received a harsh nip at my other arm, from the burning hot pan.

God I'm so stupid! "Agh no,no,no!" The pan began to bubble as I looked back to find a very black attempt of a pancake, fizzing over the edge of the pan. I had left the pancake on the pan whilst cooling my burn, ugh I really am an idiot!

I placed my plate on the wooden table as I sat down in front of my array of burnt crispy, probably poisonous, awful attempt at pancakes. I sighed heavily as I took a corner of I the least burned one, placed it in my mouth and munched slowly. I then spat it out straight away, pulling my head away from the table but still holding on to the edge as I fell on the floor in a choking fit. When I got up I placed a finger in my mouth only to pull out a sharp shard of egg shell, mmm delicious, I thought to myself whilst rinsing my mouth out multiple times into the sink.

I threw the so called 'pancakes' straight into the bin and walked over to the cupboard where the cereal was and bent down to look at it. "You planned this all along didn't you," I said accusingly as I pointed a finger towards the wood, "you planned that I would mess up the whole kitchen and make screw up my breakfast so that now I'm more hungry than before, god damn it"

I held my stomach as it spoke to me through gurgles and rumbles, it was saying, "need.. food.. energy.. can't go on.....", I looked down as I felt more hungry than ever. Ugh screw you healthy eating, I walked over to the cake tin, grabbed a slice of cake and made myself a hot chocolate. This was a bad idea I already knew it and I would regret it when I feel the outcome in my stomach. But right now I am not regretting a single thing. "Woohoo take that cupboard, cake for breakfast, in your face!"

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I'm sorry I took so long to update, hopefully I'll do one chapter a week, I have just been completely out of it recently. Yes I know this chapter sucks.... like really bad I was just hungry when I was writing this, okay?

Also if you don't know why I chose this song then, you need to go find out! Seriously did you not have a childhood?!

So anyway if you enjoyed this chapter, then your weird, but thank you!

Lots of love,

Alejandra xXx