Let's live a little bit longer [SET IT OFF]

7

"Is this the real life is this just fantasy caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."
You might think a young thing like me should have a more modern ringtone, but I was never one of these 'normal' kids.

I searched around for the cell phone on the glass coffee table, which amplified the vibration really nice again and didn't even think about using my eyes. The vision is overestimated too much, you can also feel everything!

  When I finally found the phone next to leftover fruit, cookies and a glass of orange juice, my hand was wet, but I finally held it in my hand and now tried hard to accept the call in half asleep. They should somehow make it easier. I don't know how, but it has to be easier.

"God ... do you know what time it is?",

 "Two o'clock in the afternoon and I  don't wait another six hours until Madame has slept well.",  said my dear brother grimly. Who probably drove a car while he was on the phone. Except his old is out of the workshop and has installed it. Groaning, I wiped my face and would have needed these six hours of sleep. 

"Are you finally awake now?"
"What do you expect from me? That I am immediately awake after a long night?" I hissed annoyed and slowly pushed myself up. Sleepy I looked from the couch in the kitchen and it looked like I was the first one who was waken up.

Slowly I got up from the couch, slapped the thin blanket around my back and shuffled slowly to the front door to go outside. I have lived long enough in an apartment with far too many annoying people to understand the lack of soundproofing of thin walls. I don't know why they install such walls. Milky glass would probably do the job many times better.

So I stood under the porch, wrapped in blankets and looked at the people in their cars as stupid as they looked at me. Are these Americans really not used to see people who wanna go outside, or what is the problem? Is it me?

"So why are you blessing me with this phone call, Bruderherz?" said I and leaned against the wall.

"Your order didn't go as well as planned.". Oh, I that sounds great!

"From a scale from, they still love me to I should look for a new family, how angry are they?"
"... put the next few weeks rather no foot on European soil," came it cool from him, which I nodded grittingly. I think they have never been that mad.

 "Well then ... I'm really looking forward to the conversation with the two ... With whom would I have more chances of survival?"
"Ironically, with Mama," shocked my jaw dropped and I could imagine what's going on at home. If my mother is the quieter part of the two, something isn't right. Despairing, I brushed back my ravaged hair: "I'm so dead."

"Oh yes, it was nice to have met you," he sneered, and as usual he was annoying me with it. I didn't know a bigger smartass than my brother. Nobody tops that, as he is convinced of himself.

 "You know what I want for my funeral, so have fun with the only one sister.", Before he could comment, I hung up quickly. One always hangs up immediately, usually that was my part.

I still prefer death by a coconut, but you can't choose everything.

I am always amazed at the perseverance of my mother, when it comes to talking, explicity when on of my siblings and I have done something bad. Anyone who thinks that people will run out of creativity for swear words and rage, didn't grow up in my family. The longest record that my smartass brother and I ever gotten was about three hours. This time maybe it didn't work out, but I think if I didn't stop her, she would easily beat it.   

 Meanwhile, I had made myself a coffee, while I explained Gabrijela who was talking so energetically through the phone, dressed, washed me, stole a bathrobe and now sat peacefully under the veranda in the folding chair and listened to my angry mother.