Updating early because I'm seeing endgame toniGHT AND IM SO SCARED OH GOD.
School.
The taxes for teenagers.
You can dread it all you want, but once it comes, you have to deal with it. It's the worst, and you barely understand a thing, but you get through it.
You don't know how you can get through it, but you will.
It was a way too early morning for me. I was used to sleeping in by now, but having to wake up early is gonna have to be normal for a while.
But I guess I won't need an alarm clock to get up in the morning. I have two, loud, small, and very, very annoying things, named Maison, and West.
"Delaney! Delaney, Delaney, Delaney, Delaney! Get up! Mom's making french toast!" I groaned, rolling over to my right side, trying to cover myself back up best I could. I sighed, knowing that I was gonna have to get up eventually, so I might as well do it now. I opened my eyes, seeing both Maison and West looking towards me with excitement. Why can't they keep their children in their sight at all times?
"Cmon Del! It's time to get up...!" I rolled my eyes as I slowly sat up. I sat on the edge as I watched West run out the door, while Maison stayed next to my bed. Her smile grew wider as I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Do you need something...?" She looked towards the walls, and ceiling, and then the ground, noticing my backpack, with my teddy bear sitting in it. She gasped and quickly grabbed it, hugging it tightly. I gasped lightly, quickly grabbing it from her. "Oh, no no no. Not yours." She looked up at me as her face fell slightly. I quickly looked towards the bear and changed my words.
"Um, I mean... He uh, needs to rest. He has to go to bed." I sat him down on the bed and looked back at her eyes. She didn't look like she was about to cry. Hopefully.
I swallowed and nervously spoke, hoping not to upset her.
"So, uh, did you say something about french toast?" Everything that was just mentioned about the bear, quickly disappeared from her mind as she grinned, running out the door.
"C'mon!" I sighed a breath of relief, thank god she didn't start crying. I would've just sat there...
Probably...
Like I said a lot already, I'm horrible with kids.
I walked down the stairs, expecting to see another tornado of chaos and mess.
But, instead, I saw Vicki, calmly cooking french toast on the clean stove next to the shiney counters, while West happily ate his french toast, while Maison eagerly waited for hers. Misha wasn't in the kitchen, making me a little confused, but once Vicki saw me, my mind drifted away from the thought of him.
"Morning Del." She smiled at me as she flipped a piece of french toast on the hot, buttery frying pan. I forced a smile.
"Hey."
"Del, come try the toast!" I looked towards West and raised my eyebrows.
"Is it good?" West nodded as he shoved another bite into his mouth. Vicki laid the piece of toast on a plate, turning around and handing it to Maison. Maison grinned as her eyes lit up.
"Hey, Mais, it's hot, so blow on it, okay?" Maison nodded slightly as she cut a piece of the toast, picking it up and blowing on it as much as she could. I looked over at Vicki as she held up another piece of bread towards me. "Want some?" I began to speak that I didn't, until Misha stepped through the doorway.
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