I wake up the next morning before everyone else. The sky is clear and the snow is shining. My nose is freezing like every morning, it's a nice feeling that reminds me of Finland winters. I roll out of my sleeping bag and see little sparrows and robins hopping around and chasing each other. It was 8:30 in the morning and my mom would be here in and hour. No one in the house was awake yet. This morning I was feeling a little mean. I took Emma and Sara's shoes and filled them with snow, once they put them on their feet they would be in for a big surprise.. If it's cold or wet, or both it will hilarious. It's kind of sad I won't be here to witness it. I get dressed, brush my hair and my teeth and both the girls wake up to me sitting cross legged on my sleeping bag reading.
"Huomenta." I say. (Morning in Finnish)
"What?" Sara says.
"It's good morning in Finnish," I say smiling.
"Are you guys hungry? I'm starved."Let's go eat, I'll make you pancakes."
Kill them with kindness.
The kitchen is a fairly good size and I gather all the ingredients for the pancakes.
I put butter in the pan and in goes the fluffy batter, the pancakes bubble and put slices of bananas and chocolate chips on the uncooked side. They splatter a little once they hit the other side of the pan but I know that they will be delicious, my mom used to make these all the time for me when we spent a year in Iceland and then she only makes them on special occasions like Christmas and Midsummer. Hopefully if I do something nice for them they will like me a little better. I make two for the each of them, perfect circles and fluffy. I present them to the girls and they wolf them down.
"Elena! Those pancakes were delicious!" I smile and shrug.
*knock*
"I'll get it," I say and rush to the door on flighty feet, my father is standing at the door, hands on his waist in his 6-foot-two majesty.
"I'm here to pick you up, it's time for us to go." He says to me.
I run back inside and grab my duffle and bag for my sleeping bag.
"Hey guys it's time for me to go," I say. From the table their heads snap around,
"Fine, you go then." Sara growls. She gets up, and pushes her chair in so hard that it slams into the table and rattles the chandelier above.
"Bye!" I say with a shaking voice,
"I will see you both once I get back from Finland."
No response.
I hope you like cold, clammy shoes. Merry Christmas, From Finland with love.
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Shortest Infinity
Non-FictionElena is a literature prodigy with a bright future ahead of her with a talent for gothic art and dark poetry. Elena has always loved school because she shines in every one of her classes; until the third grade when she's lonely, depressed and neglec...
