30 days challenge

4

Day four : bullet to your whole day

Disclaimer: I'm not really sure what this means but I'm guessing it's somewhat close to, 'what can ruin your day' so I just went by that.

Started out an ordinary morning, hopped out of bed and walked downstairs and made myself a good breakfast before running upstairs again to get ready for school.

I had handpicked my outfit the day before, which consisted of a pair of black tight pants, a striped blue and white sweater, considering it was getting colder outside.

I also put my hair up in a ponytail and applied some light makeup to my face so I could hide the horrible under eyes circles.

I was having an okay morning, nothing out of the ordinary. It was the minute I got out of the room, things shifted.

I knew she was sleeping over at our house, and I knew that she wasn't a big fan of me, but that didn't mean that she could throw rude shit my way whenever my brother wasn't around.

It would've been okay and I would've survived if it would've been later in the day, or at the end of the day, but the small fact that she threw the remark at me, in the morning, before I was heading to school, would become a problem.

I ran downstairs, I refused to have her witness me all gloomy because of the little sentence that held so much power in it. I didn't want her to know that she had a huge effect on me and I was well aware that she already kind of knew that she had me wrapped me around her finger the minute I bailed out, but I like to think that I'm stronger than this and that she's still trying to get to me, even if she already has.

My brother was already downstairs, eating his own breakfast. Me and my brother always had each other's back, ever since dad died. Mom was always out working, even if we were stable enough to survive if she only went to work a couple of hours a day.

She always used to tell us that she didn't want us to suffer, and that's the only reason to why she's spending so much time away - but I believed otherwise a week after she came home all happily, because she was promoted.

Me and Jackson despise talking about her, because we knew that whenever she came in the picture, we would all get bummed out and that's one thing that drives us wild.

Seeing the other person sad.

Therefore, when I got downstairs, I planted a huge smile on my face and started picking on his food. "Hey, that's mine. Get your own!" He called, dragging his plate closer to him.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Rude," before getting off the table and walking to the island in the middle of our kitchen and grabbing an apple.

"Uhm, Em, what are you doing?" My brothers voice called through the kitchen.

I turned to look at him, the apple not halfway near my mouth. "Hm?"

"Why are you eating that apple?"

A crease formed on my forehead, "What's wrong with me eating an apple?"

Jackson got up from his chair and walked over to me. He eyed me closely before grabbing the apple from my hand and replacing it with a pear, "Think you took the wrong fruit. You don't even like apples,"

Fuck.

"Uh," I trailed off, "Right,"

I noticed his facial expression shift and before he could even ask me anything, I was out of the house.