Re-rewriting my future

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming into my room. I climbed out of my bed, excitedly, for the first time in my life. Having had the most wonderful sleep, I was in a good mood. Suddenly, I heard my younger brothers' yells and I was shaken out of my dreamy morning warmth.

     "Mom, Dylan's bullying me!"

     "No, I wasn't. Dan was just whining about how long I took in the bathroom, so I told him that if he didn't wake up earlier than me, he would have to bear up with it and now, he's simply complaining!" I chuckled at my brother's squabbling. There was no way that this was going to deter my happiness. I hopped downstairs beaming and greeted my family in a sing-song voice, "Good Morning! What's for breakfast, mom?"

     "Dylan, stop triggering your little brother. Dan, get up earlier if you want the bathroom quicker! Hi, honey!" My mom was clearly in a hurry; her reply sounded like hihuny. My dad was calmly sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. As soon as he noticed me walk into the dining room, he greeted, "Mornin' sweetie... I think Ada's making bacon and eggs." I suddenly felt a slight tug on my arm. Before I could react, I felt my vision whisked away.

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     I appeared to be in the living room of a house, quite similar to mine, but I was surrounded by different people. A woman (who I instantly recognize as my mom in my head... for some reason) walks over to me and hugs me. I get a warm feeling which spreads through my whole body and... I can't stop it."Good Morning, Sunshine! We made your favourite breakfast today!" A man ("My dad," a voice in my head peeps,) is helping my 'mom' in the kitchen. It's as if I can't control what I'm thinking or feeling because I feel love towards these people who I hardly know, my 'mom' and my dad'. It feels more like a memory than a dream. My 'mom' leads me to the table, sitting me down and scurries back to the kitchen. 

     A girl, who looks about my age is already sitting at the table. "My sister." I think. My 'dad', easily balancing 3 plates, comes to the table and serves us. " Hi, honeycakes! How are you both feeling?" My involuntary, but natural reply comes, "I have a good feeling about today!" My sister surprises me by saying, "There's a reason you named us Gladys and Joy, Daddy!" My dad chuckles as he walks away, but all I can think is... "That's my name... Gladys." It feels so natural when she says it. I look down at my plate and find my favorite breakfast... "Bacon and Eggs."

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     "Wow, you must really love the breakfast that your mom made!"

     "Steve!!!!" I heard my mother scold. "What? When you said 'bacon and eggs', she fainted, probably in happiness, and now she woke up mumbling the exact same words!!!!!" I opened my eyes and focused on my surroundings. "STEVE!!!" My mom and dad were crouching next to me and talking (more like my mom shouting at my dad), while my brothers stood over me with concerned looks on their faces. "Sorry," my dad apologized, giving me his hand to pull me up. They checked if I was hurt, asking me if I was alright, putting their hand on my head to check if I had a fever, etc, fussing over me. I suddenly had a revelation and checked my watch. Realizing the time was well past our usual, I screamed before anyone else could delay us further, "Guys, we're going to be late!" We were out of the house in a matter of seconds...