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Chapter 1- Life cycle

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Shattering my soul,
Crushing my heart,
Is that all you know?
Cause let me enlighten you,
My tears are not worthy of you...
~krosalle~

Melissa's Pov
28-07-2008

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I looked up at the blaring alarm to see it was 8am. "So soon," I groaned, shoving my face back into the pillow.

Mornings have become my nemesis, knowing that in a few minutes I would need to get up to do my house chores. I wanted to sleep in, relax, but instead I had to spend the morning scrubbing my house from top to bottom.

My mum always made me do house chores everyday, even on Sundays. I mean, what kind of parent forces their child to do chores on Sunday?

To make matters even worse, mum has started to act all weird ever since our dad left us to go work for a men’s underwear magazine in Canada. Mum is still convinced that he left her for another woman who lives in Canada, it didn’t help when he stopped all communication after a few months of being there. Three years later and not a single word from him.

I miss him.

My dad was thirty nine years old this year. I could understand why my mum was convinced he left her. He was tall with gray eyes that stuck out thanks to his midnight black hair. He always worked out, making sure his physique was not that of a thirty nine year old. Even though he stands at six foot three, he always seemed taller thanks to his never-ending legs. That’s what made mum fall in love, those long legs and his husky voice. He was truly one of a kind, so I won’t argue about my mum being upset that her dashing husband went missing.

Ever since he left, my mum has been reminiscing about how they meet. My dad spotted my mum during a trip in France. They talked, but never exchanged numbers. Then months later they met again in Florida. After the fated meeting, getting to know each other more in depth, they decided to marry after a year of knowing each other. I think I’ve heard that story about two times a day, every day for the past few months now.

But that is enough thought about dad. I have to have the attic cleaned before 9:30 a.m., get the dishes done and make breakfast before my mum wakes up at 10. I really hate living here. Not to mention getting my younger sister, Barbie, ready after all of that.

Barbie was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Barbie was only slightly shorter than me, standing at five foot three. She took after my dad in looks, taking his straight jet black hair and gray eyes. She also inherited his long legs, and got my mother’s smooth skin. With her pageant looks, I was often compared to her, Barbie being the favorite out of the two of us. I didn’t like to admit it, but I was jealous of all the attention she received. Even our grandma gave her all the attention when we were kids, giving her the nickname Barbie. Her real name was Tracy, but to grandma she was “her barbie”.

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After getting up, I was able to finish the attic right at 9:30. I rushed down stairs to start breakfast. Once I finished making scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon I set the table for my mum and sister to eat. I cleaned the dishes before I could go back to my room. I was going to eat after my mum did, not really in the mood to join her for a meal.
Finishing the dishes, I cleaned my hands off before heading to my room. My joints feel stiff from all the cleaning, the fatigue was wearing down on me as I walked down the hallway. Unfortunately my mum came out of her room spotting me. I hoped that she would just go to the dining room for food and let me be.