𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄|hailee steinfeld✔︎

1|Don't cry over spilt orange juice

I was sound asleep under my messy heap of blankets. my arms and legs were wide open, strewn across my double bed. You see, I'm not the person who sleeps like princess. A small string of drool hung from the corner of my chapped lips. Yup, definitely not a princess.

The annoying buzzing of my Mickey Mouse alarm broke my slumber making me stir around. I somehow found the off button, half asleep. Golden rays of sunshine danced across my closed eyelids making me groan. Someone had left my curtains open. It was probably me. Distant noises from the house made me give a final loud groan and I sat up. Running a hand through my hair that had mysteriously taken the shape of a bird nest overnight, I got off the bed, out of my room and sleepily trudged down the stairs. An aroma of maple syrup and pancakes wafted through the atmosphere making my stomach growl with hunger.

I entered the kitchen and saw my parents at the dining table sitting there monotonously and having their breakfasts silently. Dave, my stepdad noticed me and wished me a good morning. Mom was too busy talking to her client on the phone. Mumbling a small good morning I made my way towards the toaster as fast as I could to avoid talking to anyone. I hate it when people talked to me right after I woke up.

I sat down in my usual chair, right behind the warm fireplace and with a good view of the television. Piling up some chocolate chip pancakes and fresh strawberries, I reached out for the orange juice. As I was pouring myself some, loud rock music suddenly blasted throughout the house startling me and making me spill orange juice all over my favourite night suit. It was a midnight black pink with golden stars all over it and delicate white lace frills over the collar and the cuffs of her wrists. My deceased grandmother had bought me this. I internally groaned; way to start the morning.

The cacophony of chairs scraping across the floor brought me back to my world as my parents surrounded me. "Oh sweetie! I know that was your favourite night suit. We'll get it dry cleaned", mom coaxed me. I made a face, "Mom, I'm not a kid anymore-"

I was rudely interrupted by Dave shouting furiously for Daniel to come downstairs.

A sleepy looking Daniel slithered down the stairs. As he got closer, I could see his prominent red rimmed eyes and dark circles around his olive green eyes; a clear indication of playing games all night. "Daniel, why were you playing music so loudly in the morning? You almost gave all of us a heart attack!", Dave demanded. " And have you been up all night? What were you doing?", mom questioned.

"One question at a time please guys!", Daniel groaned. " The rock music was my alarm!You know how tough it is for me to wake up.", he mumbled out the last part.

 "Well, you better change it or I'm deleting all your playlists", I threatened him. "Look what you did to my favourite night suit!"

"Well I made it look better than it was before. Now all your stars can enjoy swimming in orange juice.", he smirked. "Oh yeah? Well you will certainly enjoy taking this to the dry cleaners son.", Dave imitated his smirk, making Daniel groan.

"And what have I told you about playing video games without our permission?", Mrs Clearwater quirked an eyebrow.

Il zoned out of the bickering between my parents and Kai when I noticed an opened envelope on the kitchen slab. "Mom what is that?". My parents stopped bickering and looked towards the envelope and then at each other and gulped. For a long time, they stared into each other's eyes as if they could converse through them. I hate it when my parents talk in secret eye language.

"Oh that's nothing darling..uh just a bill.", mom blurted out nervously.

I raised an eyebrow, "Really mom? You know what I don't give damn."

"Language Jennifer!", Dave said in a warning tone. 

I rolled my eyes, "You're not my dad, don't tell me what to do."

"JENNIFER JEAN JONES!", mom scolded me.

"What mom? Just because you moved on easily, doesn't mean we all can". I scoffed, "I'm off to school."

I gave Dave one last glare and went upstairs to get ready.

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EDITED!