The Incident

Peaceful Morning

Tweek POV:

I woke up to my alarm beeping mercilessly. As always. I look to my right to see that my mom left a note for me to read:

Dear Tweek,

Morning sweetheart! We left for work early today! Make sure that you take your medicine and eat breakfast!
~Mom

"That's odd" I said to myself. "They usually leave when I do." Oh well, at least I have the house to myself this morning. No "did you do all your homework" or "make sure to get A's!" I hate that part about mornings. I know I can't meet those expectations that my parents put on me. At least they don't yell or scream like Butters parents do.

I got ready for the morning, put on my green button-up shirt (wrinkled as always), my jeans and my new sneakers for this year. My parents want me to join the running club. They say it's "good for my health". I'll give it a try but there are no promises.

I went to the bathroom that was next to my room upstairs. I washed my face and looked back at myself in the mirror. "I look like a troll doll" I laughed to myself. Then I started to brush down the abomination that is my hair. I played with it for about 5 minutes before giving up. I took my medicine. It tasted awful. I gag almost every time I have to take it. Which is unfortunately two times a day. I started to head downstairs, I started to smell the aroma of coffee that my father had made this morning.

It was heavenly.

But NO! I can't. Not after what happened!

I walked straight passed the coffee maker and winced as I looked at it while walking by. I made myself some toast for breakfast since I was a light eater. I sat down and tried to get a plan for today. I really hope that today doesn't go like the other ones. Not after the incident.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

Not after what had happened on that day!