The smell of burning was what woke me up. I ran straight into the kitchen and turned the oven off which was the cause of the smell.
I opened it carefully and left it for a minute or two so I could see inside. I could see the remains of what I believed to be bacon.
"Who is cooking bacon?" I shouted through the apartment.
Nobody answered so I threw it in the bin and made myself and Tyler some cereal.
"Morning Tyler," I said as I opened his bedroom door. He sat up slowly and switched the TV on like he did every morning. I sat down on his bed next to him and passed him his cereal.
We made our plans for the day and ate our cereal in the next half hour.
"I can't believe we have been here nearly two weeks," Tyler said with a thoughtful look on his face. "I still haven't done everything I wanted to."
"We've got plenty of time for everything," I said as I took his empty bowl off him. "Be ready in an hour, we will leave then."
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"There you go." I handed the man the money in exchange for the two pretzels. He wished us well before serving someone else.
Tyler and I had come to a park for the day. The weather was the nicest we'd had since we'd been here and I wanted to use it wisely.
"Are we going to be staying here all day?" Our nanny asked us as I sat down and handed Tyler a pretzel.
Unfortunately, my stepmother was busy spending my father's money all day so the nanny had to stay. I tried to argue it but nobody would listen. She was quite young and I didn't like her much. However, she let us do nearly whatever we wanted to.
"I want to do some shopping later," I said with a shrug. "You can come with me tonight I suppose."
Once she was satisfied with the answer she went back to the book she was reading.
I was about to start a game of football with Tyler when my phone started playing music. Someone was trying to Skype me. I clicked the accept button before looking who it was and Tyler came over to join me.
"We're leaving London in two hours," Brooklyn said. "I will be with you first thing tomorrow morning."
I tried my hardest not to smile too much but it didn't work. "I can't wait." I said. I looked over at the nanny quickly before deciding she wasn't listening to us at all. "As long as you pretend someone will be looking after us, we will be fine."
We talked for a few more minutes before Tyler snatched the phone and started talking about football to him.
I got bored of the conversation pretty quickly and went back to my book.
"You're going to spend the day with your boyfriend tomorrow," Tyler mocked as he handed me back my phone. "Are you excited?"
"He's not my boyfriend," I said. "We are just good friends."
"I didn't know you went around and kissed all of your friends goodbye," he said with a smirk on his face.
I grabbed the nearest thing to me - which turned out to be my apple - and threw it at his head as hard as I could. "I will murder you in your sleep if you don't shut up."
He threw the apple back at me before going back to his game thing he was playing on. He also made a very big point of rubbing the point I had hit but it just made me laugh.
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"Will you make me a snack?" Tyler looked at me with pleading eyes as he asked this. "Please?"
"Fine," I said as I stood up and walked to the kitchen where my stepmother was cooking something that looked very disgusting.
I grabbed the fruit bowl and started chopping up fruit while ignoring her as she talked to me about clothes. I really was not interested.
"So, are you going to change?" She asked me as she fussed with her hair.
"You really shouldn't have your hair down while you are cooking," I said with a pointed look. "It is really unhygenic. That means dirty, just in case you didn't know."
"Just change your outfit," she said. "It doesn't match and we are going out in a bit."
"Nex time she wants fashion advice she will ask her boyfriend's mother," Tyler said as he came into the room. I muttered under my breath declining we were in a relationship but nobody paid attention to me. He grabbed a drink out of the fridge. "Not a tart like you."
I found it very difficult to hold my laugh back which resulted in me slicing my hand clean open along the top. Nobody noticed though.
"I know you don't like me," my stepmother said to the pair of us as she applied more makeup to her face. "But just because I am younger than your father doesn't mean I don't love him. I just want to get along with you."
I calmly walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel as I wrapped it around my hand and cleaned the knife. "Take me to the hospital and I might start to like you." I put my arm in sight so everyone could see and that was when the chaos started.
"Everyone calm down," I shouted. "I just need some stitches. I will be fine, can we go now?"
It seemed my stepmother had a dislike for blood as the colour had drained from her face and she proceeded to faint. I shook my head at her patheticness before grabbing the phone from the workspace and handing it to Tyler.
"Phone 911 and ask for an ambulance. All of the information you need is written here." I pointed to a notepad I found in a draw. "It is the only way we will get to the hospital. Try to hurry up, I have lost a lot of blood."
I walked into the bathroom and changed towels as the other one was starting to get soaked.
As I did it I thought to myself about what had just happened. I had cut my hand open and she had fainted. It made perfect sense.
