Love at first bite

Chapter 4

The next morning was an egg-straordinary one… ‘I just love egg puns.’

Anyway, I wake up in the morning with a huge smile on my face, my adrenaline rush is out of this world whenever I think of last night. I mean, do you know that feeling you get inside your chest after running a lot?

That’s the kind of rush I’m talking about. This is the most terrible headache I’ve had all my life.

Luckily, it’s Sunday morning, meaning there’s no school.

“Knock knock.”

I hear my mom say behind the closed door of my bedroom. “Come iiiinnnn, mom.” I drag the words out.

“Oh my goodness, Angel it's after two in the afternoon and you're still asleep!” She shouts and I groan in response.

“Mom will you will please stop shouting? I have a terrible headache and you’re only making it worse by shouting like that.” I say to my mom, covering my head with the blanket.

“What caused your headache, hon? Were you drinking on your date?” I shake my head no in reply and I regret it immediately as my head pounds.

“I’ll go fix you something to help with the headache and get you to sleep a bit, honey. I’ll be right back.”

She says, this time a little softer than before and makes her way downstairs.

A few minutes later, she walks back into my bedroom with a glass of orange stuff in her hand.

It looks like orange juice but the smell and the taste is nothing like orange juice. It tasted sour and bitter at the same time, if possible.

“What is this, mom?” I ask her with a disgusted look on my face. “It’s just a mixture I wanted to try out.

Go back to sleep now, I’ll be back in a few hours to check up on you.”

After that was said, the next thing I remember was seeing the door close and my eyes slowing giving in to a deep slumber and complete darkness.

A few hours later…

I’m awaken by the creaking of a door opening, and as I open my eyes sleepily, I see my mom smiling at me.

“How are you feeling, honey?” She asks hoping for a positive response about the drink she gave me earlier.

“I feel better, but I still feel nauseous from the drink you gave me.” I wonder what my mom put in that mixture.

The reason being, I went into a deep sleep right after drinking it and now my headache is all gone.

“What did you put in there, mom?” I just had to ask. “Well, it’s nothing, really.”

She says, sounding like it’s top secret or something. “Okay well, whatever it is, it worked. Thank you, mom.” I’ve never felt so alive.

“Okay, it’s time for you to get up now. And clean this room.”

She says and I couldn’t help but laugh at how disgusted she looks right now.

Since there’s no sleep left in me, I decide to get up out of bed and go take a shower.

My knees give in as I stand up and I fall back onto the bed. I decide to stretch my legs for a few seconds, after a few stretches, I get up and sigh in relief when I’m able to stand on my own.

On my way to the bathroom, I remember the last time I was in the same situation when I tripped over my schoolbag, so I quickly take a look to see if there’s anything that’ll connect me with the floor, and I’m relieved when I find nothing.

Entering the bathroom, I turn on the shower faucets and wait for the water to get warm enough before I take off my clothes and slip in, admiring the water from my head down to my toes and hitting the floor.

I spent a while in the shower because I wanted to feel rejuvenated and fresh.

A few minutes later, I walk out of the shower and grab a towel off the towel rack and wrap it around my wet body. ‘What to wear?’

I decide to wear a pair of leggings and an over-sized sweater and put on my morning slippers, since I’m not going anywhere today.

I wanted to stay in my bedroom the whole day today, but my stomach protests and wills me to go downstairs to get food.

As soon as I get to the kitchen, my mom shouts from the living room asking me whether I’ve cleaned my room or not and I say yes, lying to her.

I just hope she doesn’t decide to go up to my room to check it herself, otherwise I’m dead.

Lying is easy, as long as your parents don’t decide to ‘cross examine’ you. If they decide to do that then there is no way you’re going to succeed, unless of course, you’re a master at it.

I missed out on breakfast, which was boiled eggs, toasted bread and bacon, which my mom put in the oven. “I’m guessing you won’t want to join us for lunch.”

Looking at my full plate, I shake my head from side to side, already getting a feeling that the breakfast is enough for now.

But then I look over what my mom has put out to cook later on- Spaghetti and meatballs, our favourite in this house, and my mind goes into battle.

I know I’m going to enjoy my breakfast, but this is meatballs we’re talking about.

Finally deciding on what to eat, I sighed and took my plate and a bowl of popcorn up to my bedroom to watch movies and finish some of the homework I had.

I hate the fact that my mom is the one who suggested I eat my breakfast instead of lunch, and for once, I listened to her telling me what to do regarding food.

I hated it when someone told me what to with my food and what not to do.

After setting my food on my study table near my beanbag, I rush back downstairs to grab few movies before running back to my room to get the movies started.

Looking through the movies, I finally decide to watch Deadpool and then the Tomb Rider and a few other movies after that.

Somewhere in the middle of the movie Boss Baby, I fell asleep with my face in the popcorn bowl.

It was the sixth movie I watched, right before I fell into slumber face first into the bowl of popcorn.