Once Upon a Normal Day ((RECENTLY REVISED 6/29/2015))

Chapter 7

I looked around the kitchen for something to eat. I was hardly ever NOT hungry. Luke was still asleep on the mat in the living room. Both of my parents had gone to work already, and I had nothing to do other than eat my breakfast.

I looked in the cereal cupboard for something nice and sweet. Cheerios, Chex, blah blah blah, oooo Cookie Crisp! I ripped it out of the cupboard and started to walk back to where the bowls were.

I hadn't heard Luke get up, so when I saw him looking in the fridge I screamed, throwing my Cookie Crisp across the room. I heard it scatter and I flinched. Luke snapped up at my scream and watched my expression for a moment. He was so hot in his boxers and gray t-shirt. I was melting again.

"Do you want eggs?" He asked. I sighed, frustrated that I had totally wasted perfectly good and delicious Cookie Crisp. But I nodded anyways.

"Will there be bacon?" I asked. He was in the freezer when I asked and pulled out the packet.

"Noooooo there will be mouse though!" He said sarcastically. It is a good thing there was heavy sarcasm there too because I would NOT have been happy. I hate mice. They are so disgusting!

"How about hashbrowns?" I ask.

"Hmm... do you even have any?"

"I don't know, I haven't really looked in the freezer since I got back."

"Oh. Well, then I will have to have a look!" Luke opened my freezer and started digging through all of the contents. "Hmmm.... AH HA! Found a big bag!" He ripped it open and put some on the hot frying pan.

"Sweet. So I need to, um, go get ready for the day." I say, turning around to go to my room.

"Okay. I'll be here. Scrambled or fried on those eggs?"

"I don't care. Whichever you're having." I walked quickly to my room, closing the door tightly. Slipping out of my silky pajamas, I went to look at what I had in my closet. My mom had gone shopping for what she thought would be my size while I was still in the hospital. She didn't get much, as she probably guessed that I would want to go shopping for my own closet.

I browsed the shirts, deciding on a gray hoodie with some dark blue skinny jeans. I wasn't much for dark colors, but my mom was and so that was what I had. Oh well. I'd make her take me to the mall soon.

I walked across the hall to my bathroom. I found the make-up bag from when I was 13 still in there. I didn't know how good it would be, but it's better than nothing really. I hadn't even tried putting make-up on since I got back. I looked at the colors of eye shadow I had after applying a small amount of concealer on my face. I didn't have very many colors and shades, but I figured that a tan and white eye shadow would do it's justice well enough. I applied the tan to the bottom half of my eye lid, and the white from there up to my eyebrow. I then added sparkle and then a dark brown mascara. I didn't have eyeliner because I think my mom was secretly scared I would go 'Goth' on her.

Walking back out of the bathroom, I turned back to go down the stairs when a hand snatched out of my bedroom door, grabbing me yet again. "Luke!!!" I yelled. And then the world went dark again. Just as it had the day I entered my coma.