Group of Mistakes: The Reveal

Entry 1

Feb. 26, 2018

Bloomington, Indiana

Home?  I wouldn't call it that, but it's where we've been for the last month and a half or so. We never stay in one place for too long, it's a real bitch sometimes, but it's how it is. It's how my life has been since mom died. One run-down condo after the other, not too comfy but not terrible. Our living situation could be better but the older boys, including my pain in the ass brother, insists on being a bit too close for my comfort. I wish the older ones would just tell me what's going on. I'm writing this to remind myself of my past when I finally make something of my life.

I wanted to scream as I sat up. In all honesty, I had slept just fine but being awake was my least favorite part of being alive. I yawned as I pulled myself up off the floor, the light pouring through the chipped window blinding me as I stood up straight. I pulled my long blonde hair into a bun and pinned my bangs back with bobby-pins before placing my round glasses on the ridge of my nose. I moved the room divider that sectioned off my part of the room from Chandler's, he was still asleep. Drool permeating out of the corner of his mouth, pieces of his blonde hair stuck between his lips. His face was skinny and covered in freckles. He was curled up in a ball and had kicked his blanket off some time during the night.

"Kid, it's too cold for that." I draped his blanket back over him. I grabbed a hoodie as I stepped over Chandler and went out the door. I quietly opened the door to Mark's room.

"Mark," I whispered, trying not to wake Jun and Jae who were also asleep in the room.

Mark rubbed his eyes and looked over at me. He stared at me with extreme confusion as I entered the room, his rosy cheeks shared the same color with his slightly reddened nose.

"Hey come on, come and help me." I pulled on his blanket.

Mark pulled his blanket over his face. "Not a chance in hell, it's as cold as The Arctic in this house." His Australian accent peeked through his American one.

I sighed, leaning back a bit before jerking his blanket off him. "Come and help me make breakfast."

He sighed and ran his hand through his short, light brown hair, his eyes narrowed so I could barely see his crystal blue color. The sleeve of his black shirt riding up his left arm just enough to expose a portion of his orchid tattoo.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms forcefully. "I don't think John, Jake, and Taelor are awake yet, do you want me to get one of them to get you out of bed?"

"Hell no." Mark sluggishly grabbed a sweater and went passed me.

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the kitchen. "That's what I thought."

Mark grabbed bacon, eggs, and premade pancake batter from the fridge.

I smiled at my success and grabbed what pans we had from the dishwasher. I put the pans on the stove and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the sink and splashed water on my face. I shook my head before putting lotion on and returning to the kitchen.

"Shit shit shit!" Mark mumbled as he stirred the eggs.

"Hey be careful or you'll b..."

"I know hun. I'll burn them " Mark said mockingly as he turned the heat down. "This is why you should have had Henry help you."

I smiled a bit, shook my head, and started putting bacon into a pan. I put butter into the other pan and soon after poured pancake batter in. The smell of bacon and smoke filled our half of the condo. I opened the window above the broken kitchen sink.