The Eternal Triangle

Stupid fights and Homosapiens

Okay, so I am not a morning person. My brother and my mother are morning people. The happy 'Wake up! The sky is so beautiful you should enjoy life, giggling and prancing' morning people.

And that's without coffee.

I on the other hand am the pessimistic morning person, the 'Every thing that glows and emits light must parish!' Type of morning person. The 'hits snooze button way to many times to be legal' morning person. The - nevermind I think you get the point.

And that's with coffee.

"I can't find my shoes!" My brother zoomed past the bathroom door for the third time in five minutes. I rolled my eyes and continued to brush my teeth.

This was a school morning routine. My brother freaks out when he can't find his shoes, he asks mom where they are, she says something along the lines of 'I dont know son. They're not my shoes', and the whole cycle repeats itself till I point to the the place he last put them. Then he says they aren't there, I get mad that he's so blind, I snap at him to look harder, and then by some miracle he finds them right where I had pointed to.

"Hey! JJ would you look at that, I found them," He cajoled. "Woo, someone give the boy a prize!" I muttered with fake enthusiasm. I made my way to the kitchen to grab me a breakfast bar. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of oatmeal.

"Morning, momma," I said after I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, baby girl. How are you this fine mornin' ?" She chirped.

I had my back to her as I walked to the coberd. I sighed. "Tired. Cranky. Upset. How are you this fine morning?" I asked, a little snark in my tone. I grabbed my breakfast bar and went back into the living room. All the while my mother's voice was floating behind me."Don't be that way, Jesse. Schools gonna be fine. And you look cute," she commented on my electric blue and black plaid shirt, black skinnies, and my knee high black and white convers. "Have good day sweetie, I love you!"

I turned my head to look at her. She looked tired too, but she was happy and optimistic so I tried to be. "Okay. Thanks, mom. I love you too."

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I rolled my passenger seat window down. "Get in children! I still have to pickup blondie number one and two!" I hollerd at the two girls sitting on Kayla's front porch. The girls whipped their heads up to the sound of my voice.

"Alright we're coming, you grumpy granny!" Kayla's cusin, Lilith, hollerd back.

I rolled my eyes. They're so similar sometimes you'd think they were twins. Y'know if Lilith didn't have red hair, that is. They both had green eyes and fair skin, guess it runs in the family.

"Comming from someone with a grandma's name," I retorted as they got in, Lilith in back and Kayla in front. "Morning, Jesse!" They chirped in unison. They know how much I hate happy morning people. Its just weird and disturbing for people to be happy about waking up. What is wrong with them?

I gritted my teeth. "Morning," I grunted in response. "Can we listen to some tunes?" Kayla asked as she reached for the radio console. I slapped her hand away. She recoiled and pouted. "No. No, you may not. The driver," I pointed to myself, "controls the music. Got it?"

Don't get me wrong I love, love, love, music with my heart and soul but this morning I'm just not up for it. It feels like I'm being dragged down and my energy's being zapped by some unknown source, but I'll be fine in a few minutes, it's just a before school slump.

"Okay. Geez don't get your granny panties in a twist," she huffed.

"Haha, granny panties," Lilith snorted and shook her head. I watched her silently laugh through the rear view mirror. I gave an amused eye roll.