All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast....
Rose.
The sun rays passed through my violet curtain and graced on my face, I flung my eyes opened and glared at my opened curtains.
If it was in movies the actor would be like 'omg the sun is out and it is showering it's blessing on me' and then they would get up with ease and head to the bathroom, heck some even forgets to brush their teeth.
But this is reality, this is real life, and now am laying on my bed thinking of crazy ideas on how to pop that heat ball, am even starting to reconsider being a astronaut and not a nurse anymore, so that when I get to space am going to show that cheese nugget whose boss.
After staring at my curtains aimlessly for a minute or two, I bounced out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I got into the shower and did my stuff making sure not to get my brown hair wet, am already late for school, I know my hair wouldn't dry on time and I can't go to school like that.
I walked out with a towel around my chest and slipped into a white shirt, 'crazy as can be' boldly written in front, I picked a pair of jeans and black sneakers, I packed up my washed and ironed cheerleader outfit and stuffed into my not so little bag along with a gym shorts.
As I walked down the stairs the alluring scent of freshly made pancakes filled my nostril, making me feel all giddy, what can I say, girl loves her food.
"Good morning dad.." I said pecking his forehead.
"Good morning love, how was your night??" His attention still on the newspaper, like who still reads the newspaper, apparently my dad does, I shrugged mumbling a I have had better
"Morning mom" I walked to the kitchen to see her flipping some pancakes making my stomach growl loudly, easy there tiger.
"Morning chipmunk" she said as she passes my a plate stacked with pancakess, I squeal giving her a bone crushing hug.
I settle down at the dinning table pouring a reasonable amount of nutella on my plates.
"You have got to be kidding me rose" my sister, Arabella, snaps glaring at my plate then back to me.
"What??!" I asked buying more time to add more as fast as I can.
"You always do this" she snatches the jar and waves it in the air.
"You licked it all up, and I will now have to eat my pancakes plain"
"No I didn't, and their is syrup anyways" I shrugged reaching out to grab the jar, which earns my arm a smack.
"Did you just hit me?!...that's child abuse"
"Dad, belle just abused me" I yell loudly even though he is a few steps away.
"It is alright, the pain will go" he says casually sips his black coffee.
"HA!" Belle laughed mockingly poking out her tongue, she is so lucky I don't have a scissor right now, or I swear I could have cut that tongue off and dip it In the toilet then force it is down her throat.
I gave her the hottest glare I could muster and began to to munch on my heavenly made breakfast, savouring every taste, my mom is an amazing chef boosting my zeal of becoming a full pledged foodie.
"Ohh, pancakes!" That's all I heard before I see a pair of hands invading my plate and before I know it two of my pancakes disappear from my plate.
I rise my head up to come face to face with my brother, Max, stuffing his face up like a pig.
"Yours is in the kitchen you warthog"
"Yeah, and so?"
I poke him hard with my fork, then I poke him again and again following him as he rounds the table yelling ouch continuously.
"That's enough you two" my mum interrupts as she walks into view a stack of pancakes in her hands.
"So immature" belle mumbles tapping away on her phone.
I settle down but not before I sneakily pinch the hell out of her right arm.
"What the fuck rose" she almost yells her brow shot up in surprise.
"Language" my dad says stern nudging his head towards 11 year old Max as he munches away on his food.
"Am sorry"she mumbled under her breathe glaring at me
And that was my cue to return the favour, I stuck out my tongue chuckling at the face she made.
"Com'on let's go, I don't have all day, I need to get to college" she said nudging me as she stand up grabbing her side bag that can barely fit two pencil, like what's the use.
I gulped down my orange juice and rolled eyes, mimicking her in an annoying voice.
"I still don't get why I don't have my own car, belle got hers when she was sixteen, am almost eighteen and I get nothing not even a dumb bike" I pouted at the ending staring at my parents.
"Soon dear, soon" mum patted my head, that's what they always say there must take me for an irresponsible person, well I don't blame them I kind of am.
"If you spend one more minute in the house you are walking to school" belle warned before stepping out, I hurriedly finished up breakfast cause am hundred percent sure she is gonna do it, she has done it before, and trekking to school is terrible, it is like a thirty minute run, and makes me all sweaty.
"Bye mother...father" I said faking a British accent, I have been doing that lately, I curtsy and ran out.
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**sup peps, am so excited, someone added my book to their library and I haven't been able to stop jumping, thank you sooooo much💞**
**so I know am moving slow but actually that's how real life works, so bare with me😂**
*Question of the day*; what do you prefer most to eat for breakfast.
**mine is anything edible😂**
*love y'all❤*
Breakfastcrew
*classic rose🌹*
