My legs were coursing and pumping like a well oiled machine, my raven black hair flowing in the wind.
I'm gonna make it, I thought gleefully, I'm really gonna-
CLASH!
I screamed like a chicken without its head as I went sprawling to the harsh pavem...
I survived the Power of Music comeback, I really did. I know y'all probably wondered for a minute.
anyway,
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"What did you just put in your mouth???" I froze, turning around to face my horrified little brother.
I slowly continued chewing my chicken nugget and whipped cream concoction, shrugging innocently.
"That's gross, Eunnie," He shook his little head, sighing like a stressed out adult.
"Hey!" I shouted in defense, narrowing my eyes at him. "If this were a typical movie, you'd be the one stuffing random foods in your mouth, okay?"
"If this were a typical movie, you'd have a boyfriend!"
I blanched at the dwarf, ready to fire back when we heard the sounds of our backdoor opening and our parents talking.
I'll get you back, you microwaved piece of soap.
"Hello, baby!" Our dad immediately ran past Michael to scoop up Chogi, who had been chasing his tail in excitement.
Our mom giggled at Michael's rejected expression and pulled him into a hug, his chubby cheek squishing into hers. "Hello!" she cooed, then looked up at me over his shoulder seriously, "You took care of the house while we were gone, right? No coffee art incidents like last time?"
I'm not offering any explanations, but, just a tip: using a leaf blower to froth a gallon of milk doesn't work.
RIP to my cutest SHINEE hoodie.
Michael opened his mouth to tattle as they pulled away from eachother, but I interjected before he could start, "Nope! None at all! No in-house coffee art attempted here."
I narrowed my eyes at Michael once she took her eyes off of us to set her work case on the counter. Snitch ass.
"Anyway," I slid onto the counter next to my mom, smiling widely at her, "a little birdie told me that you have a trial tonight." My eyebrows wiggled.
She smiled, clearly trying to be humble, but her pride showed through her eyes. "I do."
My dad finally looked up from Chogi, straightening up. "Ah, that reminds me: I need you to babysit your little brother, because I'll be in court watching-"
"Not distracting me," My mom interjected sternly.
"I didn't know that people don't make fan signs for lawyers! It was a moral support thing!"
