When you're smol the world is always against you. Ziya Kim knows this very well, all of her life she has been considered a midget to the tall ass giants around her. She believes she is average height. Even though family is suppose to support you, he...
"GOOD MORNING!!!!!!" The lights flicker on and my whole room turns bright as hell.
I groan, and open my eyes. What the hell? I pick up my phone and turn it on to check the time. 5:48 am. I bury my face back into my pillow.
"GOOD MORNING!! IT'S FIVE FOURTY EIGHT AM, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE SLEEPING. GET UP!!"
I turn and look at him sleepily, "Gramps, why are you up? It's so early." He smiles uglily and walks into my room.
"Because I'm a bad, savage grandpa," he smirks. "Now get up!"
I snort, " Gramps you ain't savage. And I'm going back to sleep." I yawn and snuggle under my blanket. My Grandfather huffs and something hits my head, " OW, WHAT THE HECK."
"WAKE UP YOU FUCKING LAZY KID!!" He hits me again with his ugly cane.
"Aish, fine. FINE! I'M UP." I sit up and push the covers off me and glare at him. He snickers, clearly satisfied that he got me awake, "Well good morning to you, too. I sleep well thanks for asking." I mutter bitterly, under my breath.
"Ah, stop whining, you baby. I got you noodles and ice cream." He dismisses me with a wave of his hand and hobbles out. Where is his ugly cane? I squint watching him as he leaves.
I get up and get dressed anyway to see the food he got. Thirty minutes later I walk down the stairs into the kitchen and see my grandfather standing in front of something with his back to me. I tapped his shoulder, and he turns around slowly.
"THANK GOD I THOUGHT YOU DIED- oh, it's you." He rolls his eyes, "Here's you ice cream and noodles." He hands me whatever it is. I stare at it.
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"Gramps...." I look at the popsicle in disgust,"What the hell is this?!?"
He grins smugly," Genius? I know. It's noodle ice cream. Killing two birds with one stone. Now eat it." I stare at him.
"I'm not eating this..."
"yOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!"
"THIS IS DISGUSTING, YOU OLD FART. I DON'T WANT IT."
"NO- EAT IT!"
"I DON-"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?! IT'S SIX A.M!!" My mother shouts from the doorway, looking irritated. She notices what's in my hand. "Eww! What the hell is that!"
"I'm a fucking genius, I kno- WHAT!" He looks at my mother in disbelief.
I point to it, "SEE IT'S NASTY!" I wave it around," THIS IS WHAT YOU ALLOW MY GRANDFATHER TO FEED ME, MOM!!" She looks at me incredulously and snatches the popsicle from me.
"DON'T BLAME THIS SATAN FOOD ON ME!! I WOULD NEVER COOK THIS!!"
"AT LEAST YOU HAVE FOOD, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!! PEOPLE WOULD LOVE TO EAT THIS CREATION."
"WHO WOULD EAT THAT, YOU OLD FART!! WHY DON'T YOU EAT IT?? OLD PEOPLE LOVE WEIRD FOOD."
My Grandfather huffs and walks uglily into the living room to watch his daily children show, "A rainha dos baixinhos."
My mother sighs and walks back upstairs, I stay in the kitchen and shake my head. My family is made up of idiots.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ik ITS SHORT I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
