Knives aren't for kids

~The Next Morning~

I wake up, in a cold sweat, clutching the pendant around my neck. An annoying sound to my left, reminds me that I have to get up. My alarm clock. I smash the buttons, as if i was blind and had no idea where the off button was. Finally, after a period of fierce smashing, i find it to the right side of my alarm clock.

"Clothes." I say, looking around my room. "Where is it!?!?" I say aloud, as I look through piles upon piles of laundry, half dirty and half just washed in last nights laundry night.

Picking a pair of light blue shorts and an old, comfy tee shirt, I decide to finally go eat.

Stumbling down the stairs, I trip on the last step, and fall, flat on my face.

"Oh my gosh! Julia, are you okay?" asks my mom, as i stand up and nod my head. "Yeah, i'm fine," I say, brushing the dust off my shirt. Who knew a carpet could be so dangerous??

The smell of blueberry pancakes led me to the kitchen, where my family was laughing, happily, kind of like a family portrait. There was just one problem... It seemed as though i wasn't part of it.

"Here ya go, sweetheart." My dad says, handing me a plate with two blueberry pancakes lay. "Yum! Thanks dad!" I say.

"Uhm, Jayn, can you pass me the syrup?" I ask my younger brother, as he slides the syrop across the table, right into my hands.

"Thanks!" I say, as I pour tons of syrup and dig in.