My Saturday morning was interrupted by the obnoxious sound of a large truck next door. I groaned loudly before shoving my head under my pillow, which did nothing to muffle the satanic noise.
By the way, my name's Mickey. Well, Mikayla, but if you call me that I'll most likely chop off all your hair in your sleep.
Don't worry, I'm way nicer than I seem.
Anyways, after finally managing to drag my suddenly 1,000 pound body out of bed, I ripped open my curtains to see a moving truck in the driveway of the house next door.
Out of all the houses in the neighborhood, they decided to move to the one next door? Greeaaaaaat. To top it off, they moved in at 10 in the morning.
After somehow managing to pick up my feet and walk, I went to the bathroom to attempt to not look like a horrid mess.
I took my time in the shower, but nothing seemed to be able to wake me up enough. Stupid movies, giving me false hopes for life.
I simply tied my hair up into a bun, my blue-tipped ends peeking out of the hair tie. Without looking, I pulled some random muscle shirt on and put on a pair of shorts. I grabbed my pair of scuffed Converse and headed down the stairs.
Let's just say trying to put on sneakers and go down the stairs is a fairly bad idea.
Seriously kids, don't do it.
I smelled the wonderful aroma, also known as chocolate cake, wafting from the kitchen. I ran and knocked into a wall. Don't act like that never happened to you.
"MICKEY STOP RUNNING INTO WALLS!" my Mum playfully chastised as I made my way to the kitchen, rubbing my head in the process.
"Mum, I smelled cake. My clumsiness should be accepted and rewarded," I replied, tumbling into a stool by the kitchen island.
"Whatever, have you seen the new neighbors?" she laughed.
"No, but I heard the stupid truck," I grumbled.
"Well, that explains why you're up so early," she teased, frosting the cake. I swear I think I drooled.
"Anyways," she continued. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what's up, Mum?"
"Can you bring this cake to the new neighbors?" she asked, setting down the frosting apparatus thing.
"Awh man, I thought you made that for me," I playfully pouted.
"No, Mickey, stop being so self-centered," she laughed.
"Fine, just because I love you," I replied.
"Thank you, don't forget to say hi!" she said.
"Mum, I think it's given that I'm supposed to greet the people that will be living next door," I chuckled.
"Just in case, sweetie," she said before kissing my head and making her way upstairs.
I stepped out of the coolness of my house and into the Sydney heat. I would much rather be inside playing Xbox and stuffing my face with pizza.
I headed up the porch steps and hesitated before knocking. I waited a little bit before a boy my age opened the door.
"Hi, how can I help you?" he replied in a groggy voice. I obviously woke him up.
"Sorry if I woke you, but my name's Mickey. I live next door," I introduced myself. He ran a hand through his blue hair before he noticed the cake in my hands. His eyes widened, but he caught himself and made it seem like nothing happened.
