Trial #9 {Challenge Accepted}

Day 5

The last liquid you drank has turned your protagonist into a superhero. What do your character's new powers allow him or her to do?

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You tell me, does drinking abnormal amounts of tea everyday make you develop some sort of mutation?

Because it looks like it does. 

All I did was drink a tiny cup, well maybe not tiny, but one cup (Liar. I drank four) of my favorite tea, Matcha green, at the end of the day. I slept like a log after that.

When I woke up in the morning, weirdly enough, I felt tired, like I had never slept last night. I didn't want to get out of bed at all.

Matcha green tea, do your work!

I turned about in my bed slowly towards my night stand kept next to our bunk bed, to reach for my glasses, which was an uphill task because I was in the top bed.

I felt a shot of pain go up my shoulder as I started reaching out more towards the night stand as I tried reaching for my glasses. Yet, not once did the thought of getting out of bed cross my mind.

My life is a culmination of me making a lot of bad decisions.

At one point, I edged towards my glasses so much that I ended up falling out of bed.

A split second before that though, I'd sworn that I saw the glasses come into my hand before I went towards it.

I winced as I felt a dull pain at the back of my head, which hit God-knows-where. When I looked down, the glasses were in my hand.

Did I just…

Nah, I probably imagined it.

“Ow,” I mutter, as I slowly get up.

“Oh, shut up, it's Saturday,” Kiara grumbled in half-sleep.

I threw her the mean eye even though I knew she was sleeping. Then I got off the floor to go to the kitchen and eat breakfast.

If you want to see a complete reenactment of any cheesy rom-com for free on Saturday mornings, our kitchen is the place to come. Any one you like, just drop the name and they'll act it out, my Mom and Dad.

I think I finally know where I get my weird genes from.

Right now, the duo was acting out “The Breakfast Club", and thankfully, they had reached the final scene, so less embarrassment for me.

“Pancakes?” Mom asked me as I walked in.

“Yes, please,” I told her. By the time I was done, I had about seven or eight pancakes in my tummy.

“Where’s Kiara?” Dad asked me as I washed my hands.

“Still in bed, I think,” I told him. A little bit of betrayal never hurt anyone. Even better when the one betrayed is your annoying, treacherous, sister.

“I thought I had told her to get up early to go for a run today. That child is too unhealthy for her own good. Manny, go tell her to get off bed now, or I'll come in there to drag her off bed!” Mom told me.