Myth

Chapter 4 : Surprise

"Evie," a voice whispered into my ear. "Oh Evie!" It continued. "Mmm," I groaned, rolling onto my other side. Something then started gently nudging my back, but it quickly turned into a painful jab. "Ouch," I mumbled, once again turning over. I opened my eyes slightly and saw something that was pink, and moving. I widened my eyes further, but before they were entirely open the pink thing jumped onto my bed screaming happy birthday. "Aaah," I shrieked in response, only to find out that it was Millie who wrapped herself in bright pink birthday streamers. "Happy Birthday, Evie!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "Thank you, but do you think that next time you could be a slight bit quieter?" I requested in a polite way. "Nope," she replied cheerfully as she skipped out of my room.

I shook my head trying to rid my mind of what had just happened, but I found it hard to forget someone who had dressed up in bright pink streamers. I got off my bed and stood up, then taking a good look at my room. It was almost as dressed up as Millie had been; covered with pink streamers, purple posters and green balloons. I mused at how my parents out did themselves, although I was not entirely happy that they had come into my room while I was sleeping.

I kicked a few balloons out of my way as I headed down for breakfast, for the smell had drifted all through the house. As soon as I reached the kitchen I found gifts wrapped in pink, purple and green, I was beginning to believe my family was going for a theme. "Happy Birthday, honey," my mother said, while she came over to give me a kiss on the fore head. "The Fashionable Birthday Bandit has arrived!" Millie shouted at the top of her lungs. "Shh..." my mother hushed towards Millie. "Your father is still asleep," she continued. "Well, he's awake now," Millie retorted. My mother sighed and went back to her cooking.

"So when... ugh does Evie get to open her presents?" Millie enquired, bouncing around the kitchen grabbing onto various pieces of furniture. "When? Huh," she continued. "After school sweetie," my mother replied, although there was an edge to her voice, it seemed as though she were trying to keep calm. "What?! I can't wait that long, are you insane?" Millie whined. Mother took a few deep breaths and responded with a, "Why don't you get ready for school?" Millie folded her arms across her chest and glared at my mother. "Fine," she added disrespectfully, and began trudging up to her own room.

As soon as Millie had left the kitchen my mother brought over a plate full of food and placed it in front of me. "Enjoy your birthday breakfast, honey," my mother whispered. "Thank you," I replied as cheerfully as I could manage, although it turned out kind of dim. My mother's face gave a tiny smile as she turned back towards the oven. I took my eyes off her as I spun my head to look at the food.

The plate was overstuffed with pancakes, fruit, syrup, along with a few strips of crispy peameal bacon. It all looked good, but I was not at all hungry so I eyed the food hoping that it would just disappear. I had no such luck. I grabbed my fork and began poking at little pieces of fruit until I eventually started nibbling on them. Soon I had nibbled my way through half of the plate and could not even bare touch the other side. "Evelyn, you should begin to pick up your pace or else you'll miss the bus!" My mother shouted from the top of the stairs. I widened my eyes just to figure out, that I had been so focused on not disappointing my mother by not eating the amazing breakfast she made, that almost forty minutes had passed!

I rushed into my room and tossed on the first clothes I saw, making sure that they kind of went together, spritzed myself with body spray then ran down the stairs into the washroom. My hair was a disaster. It was poofy in random sections with tiny ringlets near the base of my head that turned into silky waves. I quickly plugged in the hair straightener and left the bathroom as I waited for it to heat up. I grabbed a slice of bread and swiftly swiped some peanut butter over the surface. I repeated this on a separate piece of bread and pressed both of them together. I placed it in a plastic bag and ran back to the washroom, although on the way I placed the sandwich in my backpack.