Belle âme

◇Chapter 9◇

I awoke to the smell of pancakes and whip cream.

Who the heck was cooking?

I sprinted out of my bed as if it were on fire and rushed down the stairs. Quin was kneeling on one of the counter stools in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand.

"Quin what are you doing!" I rushed over to him and took him off the stool. He jumped when he heard me. "You know you are never suppose to touch the stove without supervison!"

"I wanted to give you breakfast on bed. Your tired." His eyes looked apologetic as he fumbled with his apron.

"Quin I am not tired anymore. I just got up. Do you know what could have happened? The oil could have burned you and you being startled would jump back, fall off the chair and hit your head or the flame could have caught your apron."

"I wasn't that close and the flame is turned down." I looked at the low flame then I noticed a plate of perfectly made pancakes on the counter.

"You did these?"

" Uh-huh. Wait till you taste them." He pushed the stool beside the counter and climbed up. His tiny hand broke a piece off the pancake on top of the golden heep and put it in my mouth. It was really good and from the taste of it he added scrambled eggs.

Wth? Where did my brother learn to cook?

I looked beside the plate and saw a cookbook open and beside it my tablet with the word 'unleavened' typed in the Google search bar.

"Good right?" He pushed the rest into his mouth.

"Yeah it is. But listen to me, do not go around the stove without supervision again, not until you are older. . .waay older. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I turned the stove off and i did while Quin went upstairs to clean up. Afterwhich we sat down  and had a scrumptious pancake feast. I had to secretly pick a few egg shells out of my mouth but I was still delicious. We got dressed and set out to the book store. Quin picked red, blue, yellow and green glossy beads. I bought four flat, thin and short boards similar to Popsicle sticks and some sticks that looked like chop sticks for the beads to go on. After I had purchased the items we stopped by my school on the way home so I could collect the permission slip from my teacher.

"Your school looks dull and boring Isa." Quin wrinkled his face in a disgusted manner. I chuckled.

"Well that's high school bud." I opened the door for him and he walked inside. I knocked on the staff room door and Mr.Richardson came to open it.

"Hi Isa. You must be here for the permission slip. I'll go get it." He walked back into the room, the door closing behind him.

After about 20 seconds later, he came back with a white envelope with the school's stamp on it. I took it and thanked him.

Quin walked half the journey back home and the other half I had to carry him on my back. Finally I saw our house steps and I was too overjoyed. After walking inside I turned my back to the couch and dropped Quin on it. He bounced while giggling. Once he had stopped he got up and began taking the crafts out to make his project. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I drank some and gave him the rest.

We sat in front of the couch and started our work. Quin was eager and did do most of the work.  I just corrected him when he did or was about to do something incorrect and instructed him along the way. First he glued the chop sticks to one of the flat boards then added the beads in the number and colour style he wanted. Some rows had three, six, four, two,  one etc. He then slowly glued the other end of the chop sticks to another flat board. He let it dry for about 4 seconds looking up at me in the meanwhile and smiling a toothy grin. I pinched his nose playfully then he got back to work. The other two pieces of board were then glued over them so all you were seeing were two horizontal columns  with vertical colourful wooden sticks inbetween. I wrote his name on the bottom coloum along with his class and watched as he added glitter glue in wavy lines and stars to it.