Spoon of Death

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The morning is evil.

Waking up early on a Monday is bad enough. But waking up having to get ready for your first day of school, is about a billion times worse. Don't get me wrong, I valued my education and the oppertunities it would bring me, but....morning...sunshine...Monday...Just no.

As I swung my legs off of the side of my bed, I nearly had to force myself to stand. Could you blame me? Leaving my bed in the morning was about the worst part of my day. Just looking down at those warm, soft, cozy sheets had me yearning to take a nose dive right back to bed.

Stay strong.

I practically hauled ass to my closet, grabbing clothing at random and just hoping it would work out.

Let's get something straight right off the bat, I'm usually an organized person. The only reason I was rushing this morning was because I overslept. Alarms just shouldn't have snooze buttons. It's not my fault they set me up to fail.

But back to my dilemma. Without thinking, I sifted through the pile of clothes in my arms, stopping until I found my favourite dress.

Usually I wouldn't bother being so formal, but today was a day for starting fresh. I had teachers to impress, and I'd have to save my sweatpants for next week when everyone else stopped trying.

As fast as I could, I threw my blue knee length, sweetheart necklined dress over my head. In addition to my dress, I wore beige ballet flats, white tights and a white scarf.

Finally dressed, I made my way across the hall and into the bathroom. It was there where I pulled my dirty blonde hair up into a pony tail and brushed my teeth.

Fancy, I know.

Lastly, I threw on a little bit of lip gloss and ran back into my room to grab my white knitted cardigan.

Before running downstairs, I gave myself a quick once-over. I had to admire my work, I looked good today. My whole outfit came together well. The only things that didn't fit my 'blue' theme today were my eyes. My dark green orbes just looked back at me, appearing dull in comparison to the light blue dress I wore.

Whatever.

Before I could even make a move towards my door, the booming voice of my older brother rang through the house.

"Evie! If you spent half as much time moving as you do staring at yourself in the mirror, we'd be at school by now!"

I couldn't help but groan, who was he to talk? Once science perfects cloning, he's making a mini version of himself so he can be graced with his own beautiful presence.

The day there are two versions of Jason, is the day I commit murder. I only need one in my life, thank you very much.

As soon as I unplugged my phone, I quickly made my way downstairs, flipping Jason off as soon as I saw him.

He put his hand to his chest, "I'm hurt Evie. See that thing at your feet? That's a piece of my shattered heart." He made a show of sniffling and puckering out his lip as he looked back over towards me.

I smiled as I walked to the kitchen, standing across from him. "That'd make sense if you had a heart."

In an instant I was running around the island screaming as Jason chased me, almost tackling me to the floor as he attempted to tickle me.

When I was little my grandma attempted to train me not to be ticklish. I had managed to get rid of most of those sensitive spots, but I swear to god, if you tickle my sides I'll kick you in the face.

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