I wake up every day with the same routine. The same safe boring routine. I get up brush my teeth and go downstairs to meet my parents for lunch. My parents dont believe in breakfast and since im home schooled it never had any affect on me. I go downstairs ready to start the day when it hits me.
My dads supposed to be at the base of the stairs to meet me like every mornin since I could remember. Well I guess hes got something else to do. I walk out to the kitchen to find yet more things wrong with my morning or afternoon that is. In the kitchen I find my mother cooking and my dad at the dinning room table reading the news paper. I know how this must sound but the probability of not only one but two of these things happening at the same time, something must be up.
For one mom cant cook, and two dad thinks reading the news paper is a waste of time, seeing as you could just as easily go and turn on the news. Anyway slowly I walk to the dinning room table and sit down, my father looks up and smiles at me, while my mother brings us both a plate of food that actually looks good. (On the plate was... seasoned chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes.) I look at her studying her for a moment just to make sure shes okay then it happens... there was a slight shimmar and a laps and for a breif second I saw someone else standing there and that person was not my mother.
