Love, Galaxy

Mondays

  Mondays are all the same. I wake up to Mitchell running down the hall towards the kitchen, probably all ready for school. Then five minutes later my alarm goes off. Cayne walks into my room through our joint door and throws a few pillows at me to actually witness me get out of bed and walk into our shared bathroom. I brush my teeth and hair then walk back into my room to find a neatly made bed, and a note on my night table, 

'Don't forget your meds, -Mom&Dad'. Of course it's only Mom. I pull on either jeans or leggings and a baggy sweatshirt or tee. Then I go downstairs to a fresh bowl of oatmeal sitting on the breakfast bar counter.

  "Mom, you should really switch it up a bit." Zoe complains, letting a spoonful of goopy oats fall back into her bowl.

  "Zoe, you should really make your own breakfast." I say, siding with my mom. I mean, the woman cleans after us, cooks breakfast and one dinner a week for us, and works full time as a doctor at the local hospital.

  "I already make me and Mitchell a lunch." she complains more, flicking a single oat off of her spoon at me.

  "Mitchell and I." Cayne corrects, walking into the kitchen, hair messy as always.

  "Shut up nerd." Zoe hisses, sliding off her stool and walking away from us.

  "She is not  a morning person." I say, picking the oat off of me and wiping it on the place mat. 

  "No, she is not." Cayne sighs, taking Zoe's spot and eating a spoonful of her oatmeal.

  "Mare, can you drive Mitchell?" Mom says, coming out of her and Dad's room, "And Cayne, you drive Zoe." 

  "Mom!" Cayne groans, dropping his spoon in the bowl. I snicker, at least Mitchell is acceptable company for car rides. While Zoe is obnoxious and annoying. 

  "Sure. I'll drive Mitch." I say, standing up and rinsing my bowl in the sink, I see Mom shoot me a grateful look and grab her purse.

  "Gotta run. bye Babies." Mom says, planting a kiss on my cheek then Cayne's, she turns to the stairs and yells, "Bye Zoe and Mitchell! Be good. Zoe, Cayne is gonna drive you. Mitch your with Mare." 

  "OK mom." Mitch says, walking into the house from outside, Dad hot on his heels. Mom shoots Dad a questioning look, she shakes her head and walks away.

  "Love you all bye." we all mumble our replies. I go over to Mitchell and mess with his hair. He lets out a yelp and runs to the bathroom. I laugh and pull out my phone. I open Google and search for the blogging page I'm on. I log-in to Multi-Verse and press 'new blog'. I start typing.

Dear Readers,

  My family is perfect. Or as perfect a family can be. I have a mother who loves all of us, and gives us every little piece of her.

  A father who will help you get the girl of your dreams. Like he's doing for Star. 

  A twin who wakes you up on Monday's by throwing decorative pillows at you.

  A sister who pretends to hate us all, me the most, but shows her love when she barges into my room in middle of the night when I wake up screaming after another Galaxy dream, to comfort me.

  And a brother who cares more about getting a girl than you. But that's fine because you know he's 12.

  I've been getting a lot of e-mails after last post, questioning why I wont answer questions about the specifics of  her death.

  So let me answer you; because I'm afraid. I'm not afraid of Galaxy. Or Comet. Or them coming back to haunt me. I'm scared of you finding out who I am. I'm scared my 15 million followers will band together to find me. To figure out that I'm not Multi-Verse who sings off of posts with 2 -'s and one *, before and after my name. And I'm just a girl with a 4 letter name from a small, legit middle of nowhere town in Alberta, Canada.