It All Started With A Smile

Breakfast with a bang

"I can't believe this is actually happening," I whispered in disbelief. The cornflakes I'd just inhaled felt like they were doing an unsynchronised Macarena in my stomach. My mum, Karen, sat down opposite me and started scanning the kitchen table for the television remote.
" You'll have a great time darling," she reassured me sweetly, "but I want you to FaceTime me everyday so I know you're okay."
" Geez mother, what do you think's gonna happen to me? I'm going to America, not the Peruvian rainforest."
" I'll worry if I don't hear from you. I won't be able to sleep and I'll keep bugging you until you answer anyway. The choice is yours."

The choice isn't mine. That's bullshit. She'll bug me even if I do answer the phone. She has a lot of spare time on her hands. Not to mention a pretty unhealthy obsession with snapchat filters. I remember when I first went to Univeristy, it must've been the third week in and I'd left my phone in my room to charge for the day. When I'd gotten back home, I had thirteen missed calls from my mother, three from my dad, and a string of texts from my sisters, all asking about my whereabouts. I would've found it funny, apart from the fact that in my mum's last voicemail she'd threatened to ring the police if I didn't answer in the next ten minutes. And she calls me the drama queen.

" Don't worry, I'll ring you when I can. Just please let me have some space. I'm not a baby anymore, I'm almost 21. And please for the love of god, do not send me any of your weird Snapchat videos, especially the ones with the changing voice filter. If my roommate hears that, I don't think I'll ever get over it." I pleaded desperately, there's only so much damage control you could do after witnessing the horror of those videos.
" I don't see what's wrong with them. I find them quite amusing actually. Very amusing in fact. I'm sure other mums do the same to their daugh-."

"I'm fucking starving, where the fuck has all the apple juice gone?" my sister interrupted as she bounded through the kitchen door, her vocabulary hadn't improved since she was fourteen.
" Kimberley. Language," mum warned sternly, waving her spoon around like a deadly wand. She'd been watching too much Harry Potter.
" You have a mouth like a sewer," my other sister chimed as she followed Kim through the door.
" And you have the face of a sewer," Kim retorted, her eyes narrowing in on the juice next to my plate.
" oooo burn," Holly replied sarcastically, " how will I ever get over that insult?"
"Girls come on now, this is the last time you'll see Violet for an entire year. Are these the last memories you want her to have of you?"
" Sweet Jesus mum, it's not like I'm dying." I scoffed, quickly refilling my glass with juice before Kim came over and had it all. For a time, my mum refused to buy apple juice for me, even though she knew I preferred it to orange. Her reasoning was that apple juice stunted your growth, a fact she'd gotten from one of her late night documentaries.
" You never know what will happen," mum replied solemnly, staring off into the distance.
" I love it when you talk so positively," Holly mocked, her eyes lighting up as she read a message on her phone. " I'm gonna have to go to work early today, Nicola's called in sick again so I need to cover for her."
" And why do you sound so chipper about that?" Kimberley questioned, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
" Why don't you just finish your orange juice before it gets cold," Holly remarked dryly, her fingers tapping away at the phone screen.
" What the flying fuck did you just say? Mum did you hear what she said?"

The television noise, coupled with the bickering voices of Kim and Holly made me want to remove my brain and place it in the fridge for a few days. We're triplets, so all three of us are almost 21. Yet, why am I the only one who doesn't act like a whiny child?
Suddenly, some unexpected noises made their way from the television speakers. Deep moans and sighs rolled out in waves, drowning us all in confusion. The screen was blank, so we could only see the reflection of our shocked faces, apart from mum who was too busy fumbling with the remote.
" Do you like that baby?" One female voice purred seductively.
" Tell me how much you want it." A male voice replied, his voice was meant to sound sexy, but it reminded me of Charlie Day's from Horrible Bosses. So yeah...
" I'm gonna- I'm gonna- uhhhhh."
" WHY THE FUCK IS THERE PORN ON THE TELEVISION MOTHER?" I screamed in disgust, my eyes were just thankful that the screen wasn't on as well.
" I don't have my glasses on, I've typed in the wrong channel number." She muttered calmly, as though this was the type of thing that happened every Saturday morning at breakfast.
" I think we gathered that." Kim snorted amusingly, she leaned back in her chair as if to make herself more comfortable.
" Please just turn it off," Holly whined, a light blush spreading across her cheeks as she tried to distract herself by reading the paper.
" The button isn't working."
"Well isn't that convenient ."

Low panting continued to fill the room, I couldn't take any more of it. It was mum's continued squinting at the remote numbers that made me eager to take charge of the situation.
"Christ on a bike woman, give me the remote," I demanded sternly, and without giving her the chance to reply, I snatched the control from her hand and blindly chose another channel.
" Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob SquarePants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he..." blurted from the speakers now. I didn't know which one was worse.
" Is it wrong for me to say that I don't know which background sound I prefer?" Kim queried uncertainly, her iron eyes met mine as I started to laugh. It's slightly concerning that I have similar thoughts to her.
Laughter erupted from everyone as Spongebob came onto the screen wearing a pink thong.
" Jesus. Is it national sex day or something?" Holly joked in disbelief.
"Maybe the tv's horny?" I suggested innocently, "and on that note, I'm gonna go and finish packing my case, before mum puts on any more disturbing channels."
" I didn't mean to girls, and anyway, it's nothing you haven't all seen before." She murmured in an unbothered manner.
" Have you not finished packing yet?" Kim questioned judgementally, her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.
" Yes. I just said I hadn't for dramatic effect," I retorted sarcastically, honestly, I live with a bunch of doughnuts.
" We need to leave for the airport at 2pm, so you have four hours. Do you think you'll manage?" Mum interrupted.
"Oh I don't know mother, considering that I only need to put my makeup and toiletries in the case, I might be a bit pushed for time."
" Get up those stairs Violet," she warned in her firm voice.
Believe me, you didn't need to tell me twice.
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Sooooo there it is, the first chapter. The banner picture is Violet, the beautiful Caitlin Stacey 🖤🖤🖤 I'm undecided who to cast Kim, Holly, and Karen as, if you have any thoughts pls feel free to comment.
Anyways, hope you've enjoyed this chapter, if so pls give it a vote. It'd mean a lot to little old me.

Have fun reading the next one chickens 🐥🐥🐥