is it really one of my fanfics if there aren't pancakes
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r.m.
My ears were met with obnoxious screams. I opened my eyes and got up from the air mattress, which we brought down to sleep with everyone in the living room. Maya and Farkle were both sound asleep.
I looked around and found Smackle in the kitchen, decorating pancakes with blueberries and whipped cream.
"Why's everyone up so early?" I groaned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I glanced out the bay window and it was still pretty dark. "The sun's hardly out!"
"Ava woke up Auggie, then they put whipped cream on Zay's face," she stifled a laugh, thinking back to the moment. "Then he started chasing them around the house, which woke me up. And...yeah, that's essentially how this morning went. Now, I'm making pancakes!"
"It's like 5 AM," I sighed, hopping onto the counter. "Waking up at this time should be illegal."
Auggie and Ava ran into the kitchen, followed by Zay.
"Zay, stop running," I warned him, but I looked at the whipped cream on his nose and laughed. "Aren't you gonna clean that off?"
"I was busy chasing them," he glared at the kids before slowly backing away to wash his face.
I went upstairs and freshened up in the washroom. Once I was done, I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a plastic plate. I filled it with a few pancakes, lazily munching on them as my eyelids grew heavy.
"I'm so sleepy, but these pancakes are so good," I faltered.
Auggie and Ava began eating as well. Maya woke up after a few minutes and groggily shouted at the two kids for being so loud. I laughed as they quickly apologized, obviously terrified of sleepy Maya.
Soon, Farkle woke up and joined us. All of us ate our breakfast either on the counter or the ground, talking amongst ourselves.
"Hey, guys, what on earth are you doing?" Dad walked in his PJ's. "It's barely morning!"
"Auggie and Ava," I groaned.
"Oh, makes sense," he shrugged. "Okay, I'm going back to sleep. Don't make noise, please. Topanga keeps slapping me in her sleep. I swear if I get slapped one more time, I'm coming for all of you."
He narrowed his eyes at us before leaving the room.
Maya was quiet all morning, except for her yelling earlier. I looked at her. She was sitting on the counter, poking her food with a blank expression. I didn't know if I should say anything because she could've just been tired. After all, everyone here was tired.
As I finished my food, I realized that in 24 hours, I'm gone.
We were leaving tomorrow morning at 4. We literally have less than 24 hours. I'm losing my favorite person ever in a day. I'm losing my best friends and my safe place. Who knows if I'll even have anything like this in London? I'll end up eating alone at lunch because everyone wouldn't be able to stand my personality. I won't have her to defend me or comfort me. I won't have her at all.
I froze and instantly felt a rush of anger.
Anger, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of pain.
I've never really felt this way before. I've always been the cheery friend. I always focus on the positive things because I have Maya. Without her, what's the point? Right now, all I could think about was how terrible I'll feel.
