The Travel Master

BOOK ONE: Chapter Three

Thank you Anastacia (@anamsmith)  for editing this chapter! 

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-Chrissy

BOOK ONE:

Chapter Three

Yup, it's six again. It's also Sunday. I roll out of bed, yet again, then get ready for the day.

I walk quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom is not awake. I sit on a cold chair and pull out my phone. My school starts tomorrow. I'm slightly excited to be away from this house and meet new people.

I get off the - now warm - chair. I slip on gym shoes, then go for my morning walk. After I make it to the small downtown area, I decide to stop in and check out one of the coffee shops. I get a mocha and a blueberry scone. Scones are my favorite thing, I love scones. I sit in the small shop. It's cute, and the scone and coffee are delicious.

After I finally finish, I walk slowly home. When I walk inside everyone is still asleep. It is almost eight. I sigh, I begin to make breakfast. French toast, eggs, and bacon. At eight-thirty my mom wakes up. She smiles brightly when she sees me in the kitchen finishing breakfast.

"Good morning honey!"

"Good morning mom."

She gives me a side hug as she says, "Thanks for making breakfast. I could have done it, but thank you!"

"No problem mom."

I hear my dad's loud steps down the stairs, just as my mom sets out all the plates and I set out the food.

"Good morning, girls!"

"Good morning daddy."

I walk up to him and give him a hug. He smiles down at me and walks to my mom and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Is Brant up yet?"

I ask. My parents like us to eat as a family. Usually not breakfast, but since I had made a bigger meal, we would have to wait. I'm not going to eat the French toast, because of the scone I had earlier, but I am going to have eggs and bacon.

"Sorry, not yet. Let's give him a few more minutes."

My mom replies, all smile somehow.
"Okay."

I sigh, then walk to the table and sit waiting. Brant isn't a late sleeper, so he should be up soon, hopefully.

Sure enough he is awake now. I hear his steps down the stairs. He comes into the kitchen, looking groggy with his bed-head. I giggle a little at his disheveled look. He glares at me playfully. I look back at him. How come he knows that I'm laughing at him? He raises his eyebrow then he sits down.

"Good morning Brant."

My mom says this, my dad mumbles

"How was your sleep?" Or something like that. My mom looks pointedly at me. Brant responses before I can greet him properly.

"Good morning mother. It was very good, Father."

I roll my eyes, he only calls them Mother and Father when he wants something. Why? I don't know. He's weird that way.

"Brant. Good morning!"

We all sit at the table as he says,

"Good morning Ivy."

I look at him suspiciously. What did he want?

We began eating. I start making a list of things we're doing today. We're going to Mass at ten o'clock, then we're going to Ann's. But wait - what time? I forgot to ask her. I sigh. Why can't I be smarter and remember things like that? I finish eating. Since I made the food, Brant had to hand wash and clean up. I walk slowly up to my room. I put on a knee-length dress for Mass.