Chapter One- Sleep
Toss. Turn.
It’s all I could do for hours.
Or look around the room, and that’s at least a little less boring than tossing, turning, and closing my eyes only to snap back open again, so that’s exactly what I did.
There was nothing too special about the room, apart from the fact that it was a freaking living room. It wasn’t even carpeted!
Well, not necessarily. The floor was old, dark brown wood (I didn’t know the type) that had a large rug over it.
The rug was interesting to look at. It wasn’t a great time-filler when you’re trying to entertain yourself quietly, but there were so many swoops, swirls, zigzags, triangles, spots, and colors that each detail could have its own attention if you looked at it the way I did. Someone in this house has good taste at least.
There was also a window. The curtains were drawn, but moonlight still escaped its grasp, glittering in the room. It was so appealing to look at, unless a car with their headlights on drove by. It kind of looked like a magic spell, so sparkly and bright that it could cast shadows. To think! All of this light was coming from the suns reflection off of a moon a quarter of the earth’s size. Shoot-there I go again, off with the stupid and curious mind.
I’ve been looking around the room for hours, and theres nothing to do. I looked down at my feet in the bed (which was actually a couch matted with pillows and blankets) and looked to see if she was awake. Nope, that’s a relief. When my sister, Anna, is asleep, she usually sleeps like a rock, unless she felt the slightest movement, so I was kind of stuck in the couch.
I heard faint snoring in the other room and stifled a giggle. I used to get super annoyed with snoring, but now I think it’s hilarious, especially when the person snoring recalls no snoring at all.
The snoring was coming from the tv room, which was a doorless room that connected to the doorless living room. My brothers, James and Dave, were always loud sleepers. You’d have to fall asleep before they did if you hated snoring and wanted a good nights rest.
Luckily, they knew better than to watch tv at night.
I checked the clock. Ugh, only four? Whatever.
I couldn’t wait in bed for time to pass any longer. I had to do something.
Eating was my entertainment resort, so I slowly got up out of bed as to not wake Anna, across the creaky floor and mesmerising rug, and across the enchanting moonlight floor.
The kitchen wasn’t far. In fact, it connected to the dining room, which was connected also to the living room.
No, the dining room doesn’t have a door.
I decided to make a nice, big breakfast for my soon-to-be starving family. I popped some waffles in a waffle machine-thingy, some bread in the toaster, some o.j and cups, and began making the batter for pancakes while cracking and whisking eggs. What can I say? I love cooking, baking, and anything that involves food, especially eating. I began to pour pancake batter into the pan and adding blueberries when I remembered to grab some bacon and french toast. Anna, wide awake and dressed, walked into the kitchen. “You’re up early.” I said, not looking at her as I concentrated on flipping a pancake.
“I woke up because you did.” She explained, rolling her eyes (I think).
“I could use some help. Could you make pancakes?” I asked.
“Sure.” She walked over and began doing the same thing I was doing to the pancakes. The bacon was sizzling, the toaster popped, and the waffle thing started beeping.
As fast as I could, I put a waffle on a plate and put in more batter. Then I ran over to the bacon, doing the same but on a different plate. Then I ran over to the toaster, picked up the two pieces of bread, applied jelly on one and butter on the other, and popped two more in.
“I’d say you don’t need my help.” Anna giggled. I smiled back and began making omelettes. Adding peppers in one, ham bits in the other, cheese in one, and all of those in the other. Anna poured chocolate chips onto the pancakes as two boys groggily made their way into the kitchen.
“You’re up early. Also, if you two and Anna had a get ready for the day contest, Anna would win.” I told them, giving them the stink eye. “Once you two are dressed and ready, I need you to help with breakfast.” I ordered. The two again lazily slumped away. Anna and I rolled our eyes.
“Well, we know that they’re not morning people.” She said quietly. Anna has always been a soft speaker. I’m kind of in between soft and gruff.
The boys walked back in, looking a little more professional. “That’s more like it.” I said, trying not to laugh and wake up everybody else. “Dave, I need you to handle bacon. James, toast.” I explained. They got right to their duties.
Dave had pale-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and fair skin. James had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and very freckly skin. They may not seem super alike, but trust me, they are. Anna on the other hand had light brown, basically blonde hair, and soft brown eyes. Me? Well...
Dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, a few freckles, and tan skin. Sometimes I don’t feel like I belong, like I’m not their sibling, but we have and say a lot of things in common, so that’s pretty reassuring.
The waffle thing dinged again. I took the waffle out, put it on a separate plate, and began putting batter in it once more. I also poured syrup on the waffles, cause it’s delicious. Someone began climbing downstairs to where we were cooking away. “Smells good.” She said. She must have just woken up, since she was in her morning robe. I say “morning” robe because she used to wear a robe all of the time and she spilled coffee on it, so she doesn’t wear robes as often anymore.
“Do you need help with anything?” She asked. We really did, but we hated worrying her, even over things like making breakfast. “No thanks, we’ve got it covered. Please sit at the table, we’ll get you some coffee.” James said.
Him and his charming fifteen-year-old ways. James and I are twins, Anna’s the oldest at seventeen, and Dave is fourteen.
James started the coffee machine as we were almost finished with making breakfast. He plopped exactly two sugars into the black coffee, just how she liked it.
Then the man came down.
“Im starving. Thanks for breakfast, you four.” He said.
“Of course.” All four of us said as we began putting food and silverware on the table.
So it’s super early to eat. We’re all early risers, some of us just aren’t morning people. We gave them their coffee, and we all sat down to eat. “Do you like it?” I asked as they both took huge bites of food. James, Anna, Dave, and I were all waiting patiently for them to chew, swallow, and respond. “It’s amazing! You have a gift!” They both said. The four of us high-fived each other.
“Thanks grandma and grandpa!”
