Misadventures

I Hate Legos

Violet

The alarm rang to the tune of Friday by Rebecca Black. Violet opened her eyes and fell of her bed, mentally cursing Bentley, only to fall on Legos.

"Aaaah!"

Sam yelled, "Getcha ass down here, Violet." Few minutes later, she stormed upstairs with a broom. Violet could hear her muttering curses from the other end of the staircase. She opened the door and glared down at Violet.

"Whatcha doing down there?" "Bentley did this to me," she said with a dead expression. Sam sighed and pulled her up, "Come down before he poisons your breakfast like last time." Violet jumped up and ran down.

When she entered the kitchen, Bentley stopped chopping the berries, looked up with an innocent expression and asked her what took her so long. Violet picked up a butter knife and pointed it at him, "Don't make me do this.."

"Oooh, I'm so scared of the butter knife."

Violet narrowed her eyes, "You pushed this too far," and lunged at him. Sam pulled them apart, lifted Violet and made her sit. Hela looked up from the newspaper, "Can we not do this in the morning?"

Violet made herself a cup of coffee and thought to herself, "Third year of college starts today and it better be good."