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Chapter Three : Death by Spearmint-I'd Revolutionize The World of Crime

Chapter Three : Death by Spearmint-I'd Revolutionize the World of Crime

Now I can honestly say that I'm not the lightest of sleepers in fact a crane could scoop out the roof of my house and I'd sleep through it because that's just how I am and how the rest of my family is. We all cherish sleep a lot more than regular people and my brother took his love for it the extra mile since all he ever does is sleep, well get hopelessly drunk and then sleep.

Now this heredity love of sleep would explain the amount of hatred I would harbor for any person who wakes me up before I absolutely have to. Anyone and everyone who knows me well enough (which is sadly restricted to my family and my two best friends) knows better than to mess with my sleep. You can bully me all you want, you can call me all the names in the world and you can also so cruelly snatch the love of my life away from me but you just cannot wake me up when I don't want to woken up.

Sadly one person didn't get the memo which might probably be the reason I wake up the next morning sneezing like a nerdy kid with pollen allergies during springtime.

Wait I am the nerdy kid with the pollen allergies...

However the reason I was on the verge of sneezing my insides out wasn't because sunflowers had magically bloomed inside my room during the course of the night. No, the real reason was that the reincarnation of Hannibal Lecter better know as Cole Stone had stuck a feather up my nose and was tickling me with it.

A feather!

By the time I'd finished wiping the snot from my nose he doubled over laughing manically. I growled and threw my pillow cushion at him but seeing how it was covered in fluff it was hardly going to do any damage.

"You imbecile!" I had lunged for him as he managed to pick himself up just in time because I missed him and landed rather ungracefully on the hardwood floor of my room. Suffice to say my morning had been ruined just so that Cole Stone could amuse himself.

Now we're sat somewhat awkwardly at the breakfast table and my parents are pretending to be so completely unlike themselves that their little display is starting to make my head hurt. My mom passes my dad his coffee and he graciously accepts it offering her a kiss on the cheek in return. They laugh as they talk to each other and hold hands at the table as they reminisce about the good times. I want to gag but I cannot possibly ruin their Oscar worthy performance now can I?

All of this is done for the benefit of the person sitting next to me who is currently devouring the plate of scrambled eggs and French toast which my mother had so lovingly prepared for him.

She never cooks, like ever.

I knew she was a terrific cook from experience but somewhere down the line she stopped being the mom whom I would find in the kitchen baking her to die for lemon meringue pie for my brother and I, she used to make dinner every night and it would always be something exotic and absolutely delicious since she loved trying out new things but it had been a really long time since she cooked for us and I blamed it on all the anti-depressants she'd started taking.

I couldn't help but feel jealous as I realized that mom could cook for Cole and not me. It was stupid really but it did hurt knowing that I wasn't important enough for her. All my resentment now seemed to be directed towards Cole who seems to be oblivious to all the tension surrounding him and is ploughing throw his food like a tractor on crack.

"So Cole what are your plans for college?"

My dad never asks me about my plans, he doesn't even know what classes I'm taking for senior year or that I'm a straight A student. I sigh internally and try not to drown in self pity. It makes sense that they're sucking up to him he is after all the Sheriff's son and the Sheriff is a very important man in the world of small town politics.