Being the Little Sister

02 - Introductions

There is something special about the blasting sound of the same ringtone that jolts you awake every morning at an unreasonably early time that makes me want to bash my phone into a wall. That sound will at some point be the background music in my nightmares. I've had ten weeks to wake up by the time it was lunch and not give a shit about being up at 3 am watching Netflix so to now having to be up by the time the sun hasn't even brought its presence, is pretty dang depressing.

My head was embedded in my pillow as I listened to the same tone go over and over for the past five minutes. I finally decided to open my left eye that wasn't inside of my pillow and stare at my phone on the edge of my bed with a charger in it. The screen was dimly lit with the big snooze button I was tempted to tap on with the text "Larry" above.

The text wasn't my doing but Lukes. He decided to take the privileged to give all my alarm clocks each a name. He did it about a year and a half ago I haven't had the willpower into changing it. So I know that Larry started at 6:05 when I have my first alarm go off and at 6:15 Tina will go off and at 6:20 Riri will go off.

After glaring at the phone for a couple of moments, I stretched my hand out to turn it off. Some minutes off drifting in and out of sleep later and I decided to get up and get ready for the day. I straightened my light blue pajama pants and white t-shirt and looked at myself in my full-length mirror. My dirty blonde hair was one big mess from all the turning in my sleep and was the length to just bast my breast. I rubbed my tired blue eyes and let my other hand go through the tangled hair.

"Breakfast!" Dad screamed from downstairs, and I let out a small sigh and walked out of my room. Just as I closed my door, Cole opened his that were situated beside mine. My brothers and I shared the floor with yourself while dad had his room and study downstairs, far away from all the noise.

Cole smiled at me and walked over to put his arm around my shoulder. "Morning" Cole said and ruffed up my hair making it even messier than what it already was. I scowled at him and tried to fix it again.

On the stairs, I was hit with the smell of freshly made pancakes and also the smell of coffee that lingered in the air.

Dad was standing by the stove, as usual, nodding to the beat of the song on the radio and Mason and Luke was sitting by the big overhang of the big kitchen island. Luke and Mason were both in t-shirts, and pajama pants and dad was as expected in a suit.

"Mmm I smell pancakes," I said smiling and now a bit happier about this early Monday morning as I walked into the kitchen.

"No shit Sherlock" Noah said from behind me as he walked down the stairs. I turned around and glared at him. Noah was wearing a pair of sweatpants and didn't wear a shirt. His slight smile on his face was highly irritating as because I felt it was mockingly directed towards me.

"Yes, Watson. It's not shit. It's pancakes" I shot back which he rolled his eyes too. Cole sat down at the island at his usual spot which is beside mine.

"Funny" The dryness in his tone made me narrow my eyes.

"Funnier than you."

"You look funny" Noah came at me.

"We're related" I gave him a look that told him that he couldn't disagree because besides the fact we had entirely different hair colors with his brown and my blonde, we still had the same nose and kind of face structure and as dad often point out, our eyes. We both had the same striking blue color that I'm so happy I have not only for the beauty of the iris but the recognition of mom I got from them. It made me remember just a spec more about her. It made me feel closer to her.

"Yeah I can tell who got all the looks in the family," Noah said.

"Definitely me"

"I'm stronger and bigger," Noah said which he wasn't lying about with his height that towers over mine and his six pack that he was proudly showing off also backed up his words.