A/N: Well this is the longest chapter so far! I'm actually pretty proud of myself for it. Haha. I've been working on lengthening my chapters since they are usually so short, so let me know what you think. Thank you to those readers who have been keeping up with the story!
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August 29: Monday
I wake up to my alarm beeping at me. I pull my pillow over my head in an attempt to drown it out.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I give in to having to wake up by sitting up and stretch a bit.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I get out of bed and approach my night stand.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Ugh, shut up.” I reach out to turn my alarm off.
Click!
I take a deep breath and let it out. I wish there was no school today. I spent my weekend unpacking with my dad. We finished empting all the boxes we had left, including the ones in our own rooms – his room was the one which needed the most work. He can be so messy and unorganized. At times I feel like he’s the child and I’m the adult. But, on the bright side, it’s sometimes fun that way.
I start to head to the bathroom to take a refreshing morning shower. Once I’m dressed and ready for the day, I stroll on over to the kitchen, following the sweet smell of pancakes and syrup – my favorite.
“Morning Dad,” I say while walking to the counter to sit.
“Morning kiddo. I already made some pancakes. I am finishing up the last batch right now.” He sneaks a peek to smile at me and reviews my outfit.
“Dad, stop checking me out.” I joke.
“I’m just making sure you look presentable,” he says in a protective fatherly voice. He points at me with the spatula, “I like the Beetles shirt Hun.”
“I would hope you do since you’re the one who bought it for me last Christmas.” I taunt. I notice the pancakes getting over cooked and quickly add, “Dad! The pancakes!”
He hectically twists all the knobs on the stove off. He grins back at me sheepishly and words an “oops.” We just stare at each other, absorbing what just happened, and burst out in laughter.
“So is that like the hundredth unfortunate pancake you have burned to death?” I ridicule full of laughter.
He has burned so many pancakes – heck, he’s burned a bunch of different meals in the past, it’s ridiculous. In fact, he almost burned down our old place. He left everything in the kitchen on and went to take, what he considers to be, a ‘quick’ shower. Thank God I arrived home in time to grab a fire extinguisher to put out the fire – we always have at least one in the house knowing his bad habits. He ended up having to pay for a new kitchen.
Sadly, he doesn’t act careless on purpose – it’s a hundred percent accidental. He just gets easily distracted or straight up forgets. Like I said before, he’s like a little kid at times, but I love him all the same.
“Ha ha, funny.” He sarcastically replies. He throws out the burned pancakes looking a little blue.
“Dad, it’s okay. You’ve made enough. We can share.”
We set up the table together. My dad opens a dower and takes out two plates and cups while I go to the fridge and get the orange juice. I poor the juice in both cups and put the juice back in the fridge. I get the utensils we need while my dad finishes tightening up. We chat a little more and eat together too. Our mornings are usually always the same.
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