The Cupcake Theory

25) Chicken Soup for your Dark Soul

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Yes I'm a day late
I can't rhyme right now
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25) Chicken Soup for Your Dark Soul

Do you ever want to be Aladdin and own a magical lamp that has a genie living inside it that will grant you three wishes? Right now all I can think about is what I would use the three wishes on.

This past week, to say the least, has been draining me mentally and physically.

Every morning so far, I've woken up to the sound of a cat dying. Well not literally. It's actually the sound that Dotti makes when she is singing in the shower.

I've never known the benefits of a morning walk until now.

Being swarmed by guys asking about Dotti has also become a daily occurrence and a regular workout as I find myself power-walking around the school trying to avoid them.

It is kind of funny to watch them trying to smooth talk me into giving out Dotti's number. But at the same time I kind of feel bad for them as they don't know what they're in for when they actually meet her.

I wish that people wouldn't associate me with Dotti, yes we are related but that doesn't mean that I talk to her or see her more on a regular basis .

I wish I could have a break from it all the attention. I can't tell if it's either good or bad, I can just feel people's eyes following me all the time.

I wish for three more wishes and a basket of corgi puppies

There are a lot of things I would like to happen but I know it's just all wishful thinking. Life is life and we have to learn that we don't always get what we want.

By the end of the week all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep but my mum has other plans.

So now I find myself standing in front of a white wooden door awkwardly wondering if I could just do a knock and run, leaving the food on the doorstep.

Why am I overthinking this so much, all I'm doing is dropping off food for goodness sake.

This is not mission impossible.

Before I can psych myself out of it, I take a deep breath and vigorously knock on the door. I keep knocking until I hear a faint shuffling in the background.

The door slowly squeaks opens to exhibit a very zombified looking Sam slouching against the doorframe. His eyes are red and puffy plus his nose looks the exact same as Rudolph's. His hair is all over the place probably meaning this is the first time today he has gotten out of bed. Oh, not wearing a shirt either, yep that's totally not distracting. What am I saying? He looks like a hobo.

A hot hobo.

Wait, who said that?

He squints at me with an exhausted expression not even bothering to hide that he wants me gone.

"I think I just found Australia's next top hobo model," I keep my distance to make sure I don't catch whatever grumpy disease that he has.

Sam rolls his eyes before slamming the door in my face.

I'm tempted to kick it down but instead, I do the completely normal thing and start talking to the closed door "Now, that's just rude even for you. And to think I even came here with food for you but that doesn't really matter anymore. Nup. You know what, I'll just go to the park and eat it all myself. I might even find a gang that's having a meet up to determine how they're going to overtake this suburb. I may even join them."

The door opens once again with Sam glaring down at me. He's probably trying to decide if he wants to kill me before or after he takes the soup.

I take matters into my own hands and push past him, letting myself into the house. Finding my way to the kitchen is easy because of the number of times I've been here for treacherous family dinners.