"Coach! You're not seriously thinking of offering me to those... those... those monsters-" I said as I stood up and pound my hands on the table.
"Chill." Jake said as he rubbed my arm. "We've talked about this before you arrived and it's never in the suggestion box."
I let go of a sigh, feeling every tensed muscle in my body relax. Okay, so why would they want me? I shook, feeling a shiver crawl down my spine. I was not expecting any of this in a meeting. We usually talk about missions and how we could be better ninjas or how to spread world peace.
"Why would he want truce if-"
"Jamie!" Mom called.
"Coming mom!" I let go of a sigh.
Jazz was finished eating so I gave her daily vitamins. She howled at me. I smiled back and pet her before going to check on mom. She was already dressed and ready to leave. She kissed my forehead and told me the list of chores I needed to do. With every word she uttered, I felt my shoulder drop lower and lower.
Dad gave me a hug and followed mom to the car. They were off. I had the house all to myself, except for my two younger siblings. Martina and Rey were asleep in their rooms when I peeked, which means I have a few more minutes of peace and quiet... and freedom.
"Jamie!" Rey called. I finished folding a few clothes when he popped his head into the living room. "Can I go to Francis's house? I want to play with my cousins."
"No." I said.
"It's right across the street!" He argued.
"Fine! But eat breakfast first."
Rey is eight years old but over-sized in a cute way. He has straight hair that curves at the tip, making it look curly. He has dark brown eyes, big, chubby cheeks and of course, an over-all cute build.
Martina is five. She's thin unlike Rey and I. Her eyes are round and dark. Her hair is straight and she's pretty, not cute.
"Eat breakfast first, and then you can leave."
"Okay." He yelled back. He disappeared into the kitchen. I can hear the clicking of spoons, forks and plates. After he was done he left.
"Jamie!" My sister called out. Why is my name always called out in this house? Am I really that special? Special in a way that makes me the maid.
"Yes?" I said irritated. I continued folding the clothes while Jazz was curled up on the couch beside me, sleeping. Wow, the dog has a better life than I have.
"Where's Rey?" She asked.
"Francis's house." I said in a monotone without looking at her. I'm currently irritated. I get a lot of set of chores while me siblings are too young to help.
She smiled gleefully at me then began running towards the door. Just as she twisted the knob I yelled her name to stop her. Her shoulders dropped and she gave me a smirk.
"Eat breakfast, then leave." I told her so she literally, hopped going to the kitchen and ate. I went to check on the kitchen a few minutes later. Martina is gone. I didn't even know she stormed off already.
A very irritating view caught my eye. Yes, dishes. Stacks of dishes on the sink. Better get this job done and over with. I washed all the dishes and put them in the drier. When I went back Jazz was still asleep so I sat beside her. She placed her head on my lap and I turned on my laptop. I usually write stories but I don't feel like writing. I write most of my daydreams.
