A Lonely Christmas

one

...It's eight a.m and all through the house, you hear silence. Everyone's peacefully sleeping and nobody wakes up for another hour. The only noise is the ticking of the clock waiting to go off...

Except...that's not the case here.

It's eight a.m in the McAllister household where you hear pots and pans clanking together, the sink water running and the sizzling of the bacon on the stove. You can smell the freshly made cinnamon pancakes and vanilla scented candles. You can feel the warmth of your blanket heating up your entire body- except for your arm you always keep tucked away under the pillow. When you open your eyes you see nothing but the blurriness of the lights strung around in front of you, above your t.v and the rays of sunlight bursting through your sheer purple curtains.

You reach to the side and stumble around things on your nightstand until you come around the one thing you need: your glasses.

Sitting up to stretch, you feel the cool breeze hit your arms and face as you pulled your hair behind your ear and stuck your glasses on.

"A new day." You mumble to yourself.

You push the blankets off and slip some red Santa slippers on and make your way out of your bedroom, where suddenly your ears are hit with the insane loud screeching of kids playing in the play room.

"Oh god..." you mutter to yourself as you stomp to the bathroom.

You told yourself it's a new day, a new start- but your mood is automatically ruined at he fact that not a single day can go by where you aren't greeted by the yelling of your siblings and sounds of their toys.

Before brushing your teeth you look into the mirror and pick your messy straightened hair into a bun and push your glasses back so you could clean your face.

You brushed your teeth, you did your business and now your ready to head downstairs.

You head down the double flight of stairs and walk right into the kitchen, dragging your feet as you look at your mother scrambling eggs and your father with his nose stuck in a book.

None of this was new to you, especially around holiday times.

"Good-morning honey. How'd you sleep?" Her sweet voice like music to your ears.

"Good-morning mom, I slept great." I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I walked over to the fridge and brought out a water bottle before dragging my feet over to the bar counter and taking a seat one down from my father.

"Good-morning, daughter. " he spat out.

"Good-morning...father." I spat back.

Soon enough I smirked and looked over to the side, took a swig of my water bottle and said, "Whatcha readin' there pops?"

"Runaway." He grunted.

I sat back and pretended to think about whether or not I've read the book.

The answers yes, yes I have read the book- but I think he knows that.

With the suspense killing him, he put the book off to the side and raised his glasses.

I picked up the book and examined the cover before handing it back to him and nodding 'no' .

"You haven't-"

"Didn't say that." I interrupted.

"So you-"

"What I meant was...your just now reading that?" I scoffed.