Chapter 4
This Just Got Better Witch
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Daily Routine
Tuesday
Pray-/
Fix Bed-/
Brush teeth- /
Floss- /
Took a bath- /
Put on clothes- /
Pack stuff-/
Books-/
Homework-/
Check Room-
Breakfast-
Greet family members-
*Miscellaneous tasks:
I checked my daily routine sheet mom gave me just before the school year had started, which was a month ago or so in the early August.
Mom should have allowed me to bring my iPod but noooo. She confiscated it on Monday because according to her we had to focus whenever it ever school time but after that, we were free like the uncivilized neanderthals we were.
Yes, we. I have a 6 year-old brother who thought he was Spider Man and a messed up 19 year old sister. I was exaggerating. Sort of messed up sister. She has been clean from alcohol for probably six months now.
I checked my room and made sure I didn't leave anything and that everything was alright. Satisfied, I went running down to our spiral, wooden staircase.
*clack *clack *clack
My boots made a loud clacking sound as I ran. From our foyer, I could hear several boisterous laughs and snorts, echoing around the halls. Probably from the kitchen. As I strolled into the kitchen, I saw three hyena's laughing their asses off and one pig peacefully eating a five layer chocolate pancake.
"Hahahahahaha! Did you--no--t hear the rest--of their--con--conversation?! His dad went ballistic!" mom cackled loudly.
"Yeah! Hahaha!" a boisterous laugh escaped from dad.
"Oh! How did his dad put it?" smiling, Stella queried as she thought pensively.
"Are you gay?!" mom and dad said simultaneously.
The both of them looked at each other with wide eyes then laughs filled the vicinity all over again. And they had said that, we, their children were neanderthals. I just stared at them.
"Oh, Good Morning honey!" mom said while wiping her tears.
"Morning guys. Okay, what have you done to my real family? I thought mom wanted us to be elegant and for dad to be civilised." I said as I grabbed two apples and sat down to join the table currently occupied with three Neanderthals and one pig.
No, one boar.
"You are not acting that way." I dead-panned, bitting my apple.
"Oh, Sugar, we were just having fun," dad said smiling widely.
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