We And The Shores

Pancakes

Early mornings of Netherlands are so peaceful , they have a magical ability to calm a exhausted person even the chirping of birds is so melodious as if a person is listening to his favorite song. The sun rise view is majestic and I never miss to see this view, whenever the cool breeze touch you it directly hits you with the mixture of relief and mildness. But today all these things were not working on me. Because today is the day i don't want to live.

The day -that has potential to add more chilli powder in my miserable condition,6th june. The day on which we're going to visit my granny in Costa Rica. The place full of bad memories. I love Costa Rica but there are few things in Costa Rica that makes that place unbearable for me. Firstly my mom's family is pain in ass they're so full of drama specially Aunt Megan and her Barbie dolls -her daughters Rosa and Stella and secondly the restrictions.

Apart from these two the main reason that's making me hate Costa Rica is the person that I'll have to face over there who I despise the most ,funny thing is my family knows all this still they're dragging me into this anguish.
According to them "Livee, it's been 3 years you should forget all that and forgive him he was a kid at that time", yeah yeah an eighteen years old kid.

I checked the time on the clock it was 5 in the morning and we have a flight at 7 today. I tried to leave my bed but in vain, this bed is the only loyal thing in this world. It never wants to leave me and is always there for me whenever I need it. Except in one case when I'm in the middle of boring calculus lecture, if only it has moving feet it'd be there too.

Suddenly someone started knocking on my room."Livee, Livee, are you awake darling , breakfast is ready we're getting late" , shouted my mom from outside.

"Mom, I'll be there for breakfast in five minutes", i replied.

"Okay hun, be fast we have a flight in two hours" , mom left after saying this.

I know, how can i forget that Mommy. She's being extra nice to me today or else she'd have broken down the door of my room for being late. Whatever mom this time I'll annoy you so much that you'll never take me to Costa Rica again.

After taking warm shower i took out my dress for today the most revealing one , so that it could damage the fuse of my mom's brain. It was white sleeveless shirt that has "I'm a bad bitch" written on it, with of course my shortest blue denim shorts.

Unlike other days today I caked my face with a lot of make up and wore dark maroon lipstick. I curled my long straighten hair strands, wore black choker that has a sign of skull on it.

Dark maroon lipstick with this dress would have made me looked like a real Kardashian sister but that's not possible because I lack booty. In shoes I wore converse instead of high heels because heels are uncomfortable for such long trips and I won't be able to manage the pain in my feet later, for me comfort level matters a lot when it comes to my feet.

After dressing up for the Halloween I mean Costa Rica trip I went downstairs , there was a pleasant smell of my favorite strawberry pancakes all over the house that made me run towards the kitchen speedily.

Where Dad was busy in making pancakes for us while Mom was pouring Juice and milk in the glasses. Zack and Jacob my two fat brothers were busy in feeding their tanks. Lulia was as always just eating an apple ,She and her diets .

" ¡Buenos días! ", I shouted as Loud as I can.

Everybody looked at me except mommy she was picking pack of juice from the floor that she accidentally dropped.

Lulia smirked, Dad went into shock, my two brothers started laughing at me .

Suddenly my Mom turned towards me and her expressions were just like what I wanted to see , she was terrified as if she has seen some ghost.

" Olivia Joseph Spencer!!!!", She screamed.

"Yes Mommy", i replied while tucking my hair strand behind my hair.

"You're looking beautiful honey", she said sweetly while holding a glass of grape juice in her hand and came towards me.

"Congratulations Olivia Spencer you failed ", i told myself.

Suddenly my mom threw the glass full of juice on my shirt and looked at me with look that was as scary as looking at yourself in the mirror in dim light at 3am.

"Go and change now if you want to have those pancakes", she said again her mood changed. Damn this woman is unbelievable. I guess she's trying really hard to not get pissed at me. I stood there for few seconds to respond to my mom but then again the aroma of pancakes engulfed me.

I couldn't say No to her because arguing with her is like banging on a hard wall to open and secondly the PANCAKES.

I went upstairs with a frown on my face and changed into black jeans and mustard colour shirt just for the sake of those pancakes.