Scarlett’s POV
“Scarlett, it’s time to wake up!”
I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.
“Come on, it’s time to get ready for school.” My mom said merrily as she pulled the blankets off my body.
I squeaked when the cold air came in contact with my skin. I curled into a ball as my mom opened the blinds. Light streamed into the room.
“Can I stay home today?” I mumbled my voice disoriented from just waking up.
“Nope,” she exclaimed, kissing me on the forehead. She started to walk out of the room yelling behind her. “Schools fun, you get to learn and hang out with your friends and…” her voice faded as she walked down the stairs.
I manage to drag myself off the bed and stumble over to my adjoined bathroom. I dragged a brush through my long dark brown curls and applied some light makeup so I didn’t look like something that belonged in the Walking Dead. I had stayed up most of the night working on my photos. I loved photography and usually carried my camera with me at all times.
After changing out of my pyjamas I grabbed my bag and camera and walked out of the room. When I reached the stairs I slid down the banister and landed with a thump. Fixing the beanie on my head which had gone wonky from the impact I made my way into the kitchen.
“Morning Mom,” I said giving my Mom a hug. I sat down on the stool next to my younger brother Jeremy. I poured myself a bowl of Cheerio’s and started to jam them in my mouth.
“Good morning,” my Dad chimed walking into the kitchen. “Morning kiddo,” he said ruffling my hair.
“Morning,” I attempt to say with a mouth full of Cheerio’s
“Hey babe,” Dad said giving my Mom a kiss.
“Really guys, in the kitchen.” They simply deepened the kiss and my Mom wrapped her arms around my Dads neck. Jeremy pretended to throw up in his cereal bowl.
I clicked my fingers impatiently. “Do you want to traumatise your daughter?”
“Ew!!” A high pitched voice squealed. Ebony my six year old sister stood at the door to the kitchen gaping at my parents. My parents laughed and broke apart. “Better,” Ebony stated, flipping her long ebony locks over her shoulder and then running over to hug my parents. My Mom scooped Ebony up in her arms and hugged her tightly, I smiled sadly.
Ebony had been diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of three. She had been in and out of the hospital countless times. She had been so young when she was diagnosed I don’t even think she had understood what it meant at the time. Ebony hadn’t even cried until they told her she might lose her hair. She hadn’t yet and she was extremely glad about that. Her future wasn’t certain. The doctors were trying everything they could but it might not be enough. Right now Ebony’s doing great but my biggest fear is knowing that at any moment she might have to go back to the hospital. I don’t think any of my family could cope with losing her. I was brought back to reality when Nickolas and Grace walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning family.” Nickolas announced, as he wandered into the kitchen. Grace followed behind him novel in hand. I chased the last few Cheerio’s around my bowl with my spoon. Nickolas grabbed a piece of toast off a china plate, bit into it and pointed it at me. “If you want a ride, we need to leave now.”
I raised my bag. “I’m ready,”
Nickolas clapped his hands together. “Well let’s go!”
“Hold on Nick, Grace hasn’t eaten yet.” My mom protested. Grace grunted in agreement as she took a bite of an apple.
“Well she can eat on the way.” Nickolas stated, ushering Grace and I out of the kitchen.
