Footsteps echoed throughout the house, all of the sounds collectively gathering in one place: the kitchen.
Jessie walks over to the counter, looking lost as he peers around.
" Sooo.... where's the food?"
I point to the cabinet," Cereal is in there pal, help yourself!"
Chris sarcastically chuckled, " You have got to be kidding me."
I shrugged my shoulders, what did they expect? Slaving around over a hot stove for people that I don't even know?! Pshh, over my dead body.
" Honestly, what is the big deal? At least I let you pour your stuff... who likes soggy cereal?!"
Jessie laughs as he grabs a bowl, " You are absolutely correct."
The other boys, excluding Damien, follows his lead, making their breakfast.
I stand out of the way to avoid getting trampled, catching Damien's stone gaze as I move.
He swiftly diverts his attention away from me to the window, then back at me.
*Maybe it's just me, but I can't stand super sketchy people who stare at you... like hellloooo, is your neck broke, are your eyes stuck?
" Does this qualify as a completed chore, your majesty?" I snicker.
Damien raises an eyebrow daring me to continue with my sarcastic trash-talk," Actually, no it doesn't."
With one swift movement, he swipes everything off of the counter. Bowls, cereal, silverware and milk catapult in the air, crashing onto the floor.
It happened at the speed of light, so no one was expecting to break out their cat-like reflexes.
I stand frozen, scratch that, I stand SHOOK, shaken by disbelief.
I mentally and outwardly face-palm, " I, Ava Marie Gardener, am appalled, shaken to my core, that you have the AU-DA-CI-TY to pull some bullshit like this!
"Now clean it up." He commands, lips snarling with rage as he storms out of the kitchen.
"I just want you to know that I honestly, truly hate you! " I hollered as I clench my fists.
"Don't worry, same here!" He replies with just as much anger.
I feel my face forming the most violent resting bitch face that my sub-conscious can brew on its own. In this instance, for the first time, I think before I react. If I break my newfound persona, then there is zero chance for escape. On the other hand, it's impossible for me to let anybody run over me....
It pains me to say this, but I'll suck it up I guess.
*That's right Ava, deep breath in through the nose, exhale through the mouth. Now repeat after me: ommm... ommmm...*
I inhale deeply and walk over to the broom and mop rack.
'This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? All because he's so nasty and rude, holding zero respect for anyone other than himself! Oh look at me, I think I'm all cool because I run a gang of dirty, sweaty teenage boys.. he's stupid'. I mumble to myself while snatching the cleaning supplies, causing stifled laughter amongst them.
Dragging my feet in despair, I approach the biggest pile of this glorious mess.
"Since you guys think this is funny, does anybody want to help?"
No one moves, they all just stand there like lead magically infused with their bones.
Time to break out the big guns.
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BitterSweet
Novela JuvenilA bead of sweat dripped down my face as I tried to pump my legs faster. By the way they were gaining on me, I knew this was the end of my freedom. The heavy footsteps that once trailed behind me were right on my heels. My legs suddenly gave out, mak...
