In The Morning

Chapter 2 : Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight

Published on: 30th December 2017

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"There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope"
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Hey everyone.

I have got an interesting question.
Not that interesting though;)

How do you all write so amazing? Do you make your story up in your head before even starting or make it up midway while writing?

You can let me know in the comments.
:)

Here's my story.
All I need is your
(yes your, who's reading my little piece) support.

In The Morning

Isn't every morning beautiful!
Oh how we wake up after every night. In the days we do stuff and what not. Study, eat, talk, go around , meet people.
Lots of work make us real tired by the time we reach the bed.
Sometimes nights are wonderful, sometimes weary. But whatever be the nights, the mornings are always glorious.
The essence of the morning air freshens up you heart and head with every breath you take in. It's calm it's quiet.

It's night almost eleven and I'm on my bed thinking useless things. I don't know why simple things bother me. My sister, deep asleep beside me, after she complained me about mother. Mother is in the other room. Of course it's the second time she's sleeping today.

The last sentence she spoke was treacherous.

"Mother is a psycho!"

The reason behind all these is when I came back from the store, later this evening, with a packet of chips and burgers, she enquired me about the money I had spent.

She was wide awake in her bedroom when I locked the cycle. As soon as I stepped on the first stair a loud voice made a cold run through my nerves,"Don't step in until you tell me who gave you the money! "

"What! No. No one gave me the money except you, mother! Why are you being like this? " I shouted out loud.

My sister came out to fetch the food from my hand. I handled her the packet and mother yelled,

" From every day after this I shall never step into that kitchen, you two shall earn your foods by yourself! "

"Okay. No problem. " me and sister spoke at the same time. We knew her. She can change every second. Then we had our burger and chips

Later at eight we were studying and she showed up suddenly "Come have dinner! rice and egg curry."

I was so shocked 'cause we both were discussing about her weird and selfish nature.

Was she spying on us!

But she cooked. She is weird. She is Patricia.

We had delicious dinner cause egg curry is our favorite. At the table, she spoke something too soothing. Hard for both of us to digest.

"Everyone in this village, everyone who knows me respects me, and you two,being my own daughters disrespect me. I don't understand what's wrong with you two!"

"We wonder what's wrong with you mother! "Scar whispered underneath swallowing the whole egg. I looked at her giving with a warning sign. But she didn't even look at me.

"Need something Scar? "mother asked with that motherly tone sitting on the other side of the round table. She didn't hear the whisper I guessed.

"No nope! " Scar mumbled without being afraid at all.