I woke up, went down stairs, and sat at the table for breakfast. Bland oatmeal, just like always.
"E w I don't like bland oatmeal."
I then YEET the bowl across the room.
"MICHAEL!"
My brother snaps at me.
"Ya???"
I say.
"WHAT THE F**K?!"
"Language!"
My sister says.
I then stand up, walk to the fridge, grab a slice of leftover pizza, heat it up in the microwave, describe too many things at once, take it out when it's done, walk to my seat, sit down. And eat the pizza.
"Michael! That's for LATER!"
My brother reminds me.
My dad then walks out and sees the mess I made and the pizza laying on my plate.
"Michael..."
He mumbles.
"Ya??"
I say.
"Nothing, it's fine."
"Okay"
I then eat my pizza and get ready to go to the pizzeria.
*End of chapter 1*
