Blueberry Pancakes
My eyes filled with tears as he walked away. Not even glancing back. I fell to the ground as my tears fe-
“Angel, wake up!” My mom yelled shaking me aggressively.
I’m not sad that she did wake me up, I was having another drama-filled dream. I don’t really get any exciting dreams... other than when they’re about O.R.O.P., the best band ever. Benny, the lead vocalist, is so handsome. I can never take my eyes off of him when I see them preform. On YouTube of course.... I can’t afford to see them live. I keep that sadness locked in a box deep in my mind. My parents know I like this band, but they think it’s weird. I can’t even get any merch, I have to make it, which makes it unofficial merch. But if it’s homemade, is it still merch?
Enough about my addiction to O.R.O.P., on to my life. Which is kinda O.R.O.P.... also, if you’re wondering, O.R.O.P stands for One Road, One Path.
But like I said, enough about them. I groaned as my mom continued shaking me. “I’m up, stop assaulting me!” I demand as I sit up. My eyes drooped since I was still tired, I barely get any sleep.
“Good,” she says. “But if I come in here and you’re still in your bed, there will be consequences.”
A sigh leaves my mouth as she walks out of my room with her hands on her hips. I plopped the upper half of my body back down on my bed. I didn’t really have the strangth to get up anyways.
As I slowley fell back asleep, I was rudely awakened by my phone buzzing. “12 unread texts from Minnie,” I mumble. Minnie has been my best friend since kindergarten. We always talked, even though we didn’t have much in common. And we would hang out and go to our School’s basketball game together. So we kinda grew close to eachother, it almost feels like we’re sisters. She’s a few months older, but she doesn’t necessarily act like it. She was born in September while I was born in December. I’ve always wanted to be born in October though. The season was so cool with all the spooky Halloween decorations. Sadly, my friends and I are too old for trick-or-treating, but our parents still get us a treat--atleast mine do. My parents love to spoil me, maybe because I’m an only child? But I wouldn’t let them spoiling me turn me into a brat.
Minnie has also been popular in School for her Parents famous café, Kang's Koffee. Her last name is Kang, and her parents changed the "c" in coffee to a "k" to make it flow better with Kang.
As I unlocked my phone, Minnie sent me another message. Most of them where just saying “wake up” and “don’t be late”, the usual texts. I started to text back...
Me: What’s the point of waking up... missing a day of school won’t hurt.
Minnie: Bc most ppl wake up in the morning
Me: Well then I guess I’m different from most “ppl”
I guess I’m the only one who knows how to spell.
Minnie: Ok, don’t come 2 school 2day, but u will regret it bc the Teacher is giving us a new project
I kept repeating the last 2 words in my head until I remembered what it ment. Afterall, I was still tired. After my brain processed all the information, I instantly got up to get dressed. If I didn’t show up today, I’d be dead.
The weather looked okay today, but it looked more like Fall then Summer, which I’m not too terribly sad about. Fall is my favorite season, but I still like Summer. One season I do hate is Winter. You can do so much more in other seasons than in...ew I don’t even wanna say it. I even made a list of how Summer was better than Winter and the good and bad, but I only did the bad part for Winter because I got bored.
Why Summer is better than Winter
1. Summer Break
2. Swimming (A personal favorite of mine)
3. Vacation
4. Icecream
5. You don’t have to put on 50 pounds of clothing to walk to school
6. Riding bikes, scooters, etc.
7. NO COATS
I thought 7 was a pretty good amount, but now onto... ugh, winter.
Why Winter sucks
1. Short Winter Break
2. Icey roads = danger
3. Putting on so much clothing just to take the trash out
4. Always cold
5. Sickness is more common in Winter, atleast to me
6. Less time with friends
7. High chances of missing out on special events due to #2 on my list
And there are 7 reasons why Winter sucks. But I guess I can’t be too mad at Winter, since there are some good stuff about it, like Christmas and Hot Chocolate and Snow Days, etc.
After I finished my personal hygiene, I left my room and went downstairs to greet my mom and the smell of Blueberry Pancakes freshly off the pan. I didn’t really like the taste of them, but the smell... oh the smell is just amazing.
Mom suddenly snapped me out of my Pancake daydream. “Sweetie, do you want some Pancakes?” She asked as she poured more batter on the pan.
I wasn’t really in the mood to eat, but it didn’t matter to me since I don’t even really like Pancakes. “No thank you, Mom. I’m not hungry.”
Mom frowned at my response. “Bummer, I made these especially for you,” she says cracking an egg in a bowl.
I hate to make mom sad... but I really wasn’t hungry. “Mom, I don’t even like-”
I was cut me off. “Just eat one. You’re as skinny as a pencil,” She says as she put a plate on the table for me to eat.
I chuckled at her comment about me being skinny. I knew I was skinny, but not as skinny as a pencil. “That makes me concerned. I think I would be dead if I was that lean,” I joked. I knew she was kidding, but I let my sense of humor peak through my introverted mind. And it was worth it, because I caught her smiling.
Just then, my dad came out, looking like a slob. He kind of has been a slob every since Aunt Em died. He was always wearing the same gray tanktop and he let his beard grow. I could see the silver hairs poking through the dark brown. I know it must be very hard for him, having his only Sister die. Afterall, his Brother ran away so Aunt Em was all he had. When he first started eating more and gaining weight, I was a little concerned. But at this point, I don’t really care. I know, I know, selfish. But what am I supposed tp do with a 40 year old man that eats all our food? I mean, Mom is his wife so she should be the one doing something about it. Not his 14 year old dauther. I still help him though.
I sigh before I scarf down a pancake. The Blueberry was tart, but I got through it. “There,” I say. “All gone.” My mom turned around to confirm I was telling the truth, then gave me a thumbs up so I could leave. I grabbed my backpack and slipped on my Converse as I opened the big brown door and started off to school.
