A weird guy who never goes out of the house- yep, that's me. But to sum everything up, I'm a complete nobody. My life revolves around the world I call home. If you are thinking that I'm sick or have this skin problems which I can't let a ray of sun touch me, well, you're wrong. I would've accepted the thought of me being a vampire, must be because I love how free they are during the night,but we all know that vampires are fiction, until the movie 'Abraham Lincoln: The Vampire Slayer' appeared.
"Sweetie, you got to get ready! School starts at 9 and you can't keep your teacher waiting," mom yelled from the kitchen.
I reached for my glasses on the side table gave it a peck. I cherish my glasses so much because without it, I am literally blind. I put it on and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I stared at my reflection on the mirror, and if there would be a word that would perfectly describe me, it would be no other than- unappealing. There's nothing much to say about my face but I have freckles on my face (which should be a cuteness factor but was the complete opposite on me), and my deep emerald eyes which is a complete contrast to my dark brown hair (which I neatly comb, but never style).
I saw mom at the kitchen preparing some food, which surprised me because the last time she had cook was on my 6th birthday. Dad was also sitting at the table, wearing pajamas and t-shirt while reading a newspaper as he sips a glass of coffee. And at that moment, it felt like we were just like those families you would see on the television. Maybe, just maybe, it was really my lucky day today.
"Morning sweetie," mom greeted as she placed the plate full of fried eggs and bacons, and some toasted bread.
"Oh, my son's awake, eh?" Dad smiled as he placed his newspaper on the table.
"Yeah, and he's still wearing the shirt you bought him from our buisness trip 5 years ago."
"Really?" dad squinted his eyes to see my look before saying, "Yes, it is. Glad it still fits you, thanks to your slim figure."
"I've been wondering how he maintains that figure, though. Probably, he got it from my genes,"
"Oh, come on, honey. It's in his metabolism, I tell you."
After breakfast, I went straight to the study room where I'm greeted by my teacher, and by teacher I mean computer. I quickly sat down and turned it on. I started to take out my notebooks from the drawer. I then opened School'sFunAtHome, a home schooling website. If I were to be asked, they need to get their named changed if they want to attract more students.
Home studying is easier than going to a normal university. First, you don't have to wake up that early and go home late. Second, say goodbye to those teachers with different personalities whom you've got to please in order to get a passing grade. Third, no more projects to make and other unnecessary things to do. It usually takes me 6 hours before I can finish the topics, just in time for me to have dinner and not too late to hit the sack.
"Hey, sweetie," mom called out as she went inside, "You done already?"
"Yeah, just packing my things up," I answered as I quickly stacked all my notebooks in the drawer.
"Okay then, there's some pizza on the table for you. It's your favorite, four cheese pizza!" she said happily.
I gulped, "Uh, mom. It's not my fave actually," I muttered.
She went near me and ruffled my hair, "I was just fooling around with you. It's Hawaiian," she laughed.
"Did I hear Hawaiian?" dad, who was peeping through the door, asked.
"Yes, you did dear." mom looked at me and then dad, "Seriously, who would even like to eat pizza with pineapple chunks on top of it?"
"Oh no, you take it back right now, Martha. My Hawaiian pizza is now deeply offended," dad said as he points the pizza in his hands on mom.
"Richard, stop playing with the food," mom scolded him as she took a bite from his pizza, which made dad frowned.
"But those were mines,"
"And I am your wife," mom grinned.
"Dad, I still think pineapples on pizza tastes like Heaven. So, it's two over one, and we win." I cheered as the whole house filled with laughter.
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Don't Say Anything
Novela JuvenilShe's bad, she's quirky, and she's known as the rebel of their town. He's sad, he's geeky, and he's known for being unknown in town. When their fates collide, everything's going to be a mess. This is not your typical next-door love story.
