Post by Rebecca Andrews on Jan 9, 2009 2:30:03 GMT -5
POV: Pepper
"Hey Peps! Wake up. You're going to be late for school!"
I groaned in my bed as I heard my mother call for me from downstairs. I turned to my left side to glance at the clock perched precariously at the edge of my bedside drawer and read the time indicated on it. The clock showed six, which made me groan even more.
Why does she have to wake me up at ix in the morning? The school's just a stone's throw away from here! I complained to my pillow as I lay face down on my bed. It was like I was going to be late or something if I get up an hour before my first class. Besides, our teacher always came in late, so why bother waking up early?
"Peps, your eggs are going to get cold!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I nearly choked to death at my mother's words. Honestly, she could have said it in a more civilized way, I muttered as I dragged myself to a standing position. I did not even bother tidying up the mess of a bed I had as I headed toward the door. I had better get down to the kitchen before my mother yells another--
"Hon, you know hotdogs are more delicious when they're warm. Better get down here now!"
I cringed as I neared the kitchen's entrance. Oh brother.
"There you are! Come here so you can have your breakfast."
"Yes, Ma. By the way, can you please tell things without making them sound--obscene?" I pleaded her as I dropped down on a nearby chair. She looked at me, surprise registering on her face.
'What do you mean by that, son?" she asked, totally bewildered. I sighed heavily, knowing that she did not get what I meant to convey.
"Never mind, Ma. Anyway, where's dad?" I asked as I analyzed the food in front of me. What to eat first, the eggs or the hotdogs?
"He's at the garage, dismantling your bike..." my mother threw casually at me from the sink. The poor hotdog on my plate was speared with so much force that it almost went right into the fork's handle.
"He's what?!" I gasped, before dashing to the garage, my hotdog cruelly speared on my fork.
"Dad! What're you doing to my bike?!" I shouted, brandishing my fork like I was some knight in a jousting tournament. My father looked at me with his grease-stained face and grinned at me.
"I was just planning to oil the chains, but I got fascinated by the engineering of the bike so I decided to look at it a bit." He said. My arms fell limp to my sides.
More like you looked at it bit by bit, I thought in disbelief as my father continued with his analysis of the two-wheeled vehicle. I knew that I would not be able to stop him now that he had started. Sighing, I returned to the kitchen and went back to my food.
"Mom, why didn't you stop dad from dismantling my bike? You know I use it in going to school." I complained, glaring at the still-forked hotdog in my hand as if it was the one at fault.
"Well, I was so busy with the cooking that I did not notice what your father was up to. It's just for today, though. There's no harm in walking, is there? Besides, your class begins at eight and it's just what, past six?" My mother argued. I wolfed down my food just to prevent the outflow of my own arguments.
"You better take a bath now, you know." I heard my mother say. No need for her to remind me, for I was already heading to the bathroom. Once there, I stared at the mirror before me. My dark brown hair was still ruffled. There were dark shadows beneath my hazel brown eyes, which were emphasized by my fair skin. Shaking my head, I turned on the faucet in the tub.
What a very nice way to start your day, Pepper, I thought angrily. Just then, I remembered that there was an assignment in my Math subject, which I forgot to answer last night. I groaned.
Great. Just great.
"Hey Peps! Wake up. You're going to be late for school!"
I groaned in my bed as I heard my mother call for me from downstairs. I turned to my left side to glance at the clock perched precariously at the edge of my bedside drawer and read the time indicated on it. The clock showed six, which made me groan even more.
Why does she have to wake me up at ix in the morning? The school's just a stone's throw away from here! I complained to my pillow as I lay face down on my bed. It was like I was going to be late or something if I get up an hour before my first class. Besides, our teacher always came in late, so why bother waking up early?
"Peps, your eggs are going to get cold!" My mother screamed from downstairs. I nearly choked to death at my mother's words. Honestly, she could have said it in a more civilized way, I muttered as I dragged myself to a standing position. I did not even bother tidying up the mess of a bed I had as I headed toward the door. I had better get down to the kitchen before my mother yells another--
"Hon, you know hotdogs are more delicious when they're warm. Better get down here now!"
I cringed as I neared the kitchen's entrance. Oh brother.
"There you are! Come here so you can have your breakfast."
"Yes, Ma. By the way, can you please tell things without making them sound--obscene?" I pleaded her as I dropped down on a nearby chair. She looked at me, surprise registering on her face.
'What do you mean by that, son?" she asked, totally bewildered. I sighed heavily, knowing that she did not get what I meant to convey.
"Never mind, Ma. Anyway, where's dad?" I asked as I analyzed the food in front of me. What to eat first, the eggs or the hotdogs?
"He's at the garage, dismantling your bike..." my mother threw casually at me from the sink. The poor hotdog on my plate was speared with so much force that it almost went right into the fork's handle.
"He's what?!" I gasped, before dashing to the garage, my hotdog cruelly speared on my fork.
"Dad! What're you doing to my bike?!" I shouted, brandishing my fork like I was some knight in a jousting tournament. My father looked at me with his grease-stained face and grinned at me.
"I was just planning to oil the chains, but I got fascinated by the engineering of the bike so I decided to look at it a bit." He said. My arms fell limp to my sides.
More like you looked at it bit by bit, I thought in disbelief as my father continued with his analysis of the two-wheeled vehicle. I knew that I would not be able to stop him now that he had started. Sighing, I returned to the kitchen and went back to my food.
"Mom, why didn't you stop dad from dismantling my bike? You know I use it in going to school." I complained, glaring at the still-forked hotdog in my hand as if it was the one at fault.
"Well, I was so busy with the cooking that I did not notice what your father was up to. It's just for today, though. There's no harm in walking, is there? Besides, your class begins at eight and it's just what, past six?" My mother argued. I wolfed down my food just to prevent the outflow of my own arguments.
"You better take a bath now, you know." I heard my mother say. No need for her to remind me, for I was already heading to the bathroom. Once there, I stared at the mirror before me. My dark brown hair was still ruffled. There were dark shadows beneath my hazel brown eyes, which were emphasized by my fair skin. Shaking my head, I turned on the faucet in the tub.
What a very nice way to start your day, Pepper, I thought angrily. Just then, I remembered that there was an assignment in my Math subject, which I forgot to answer last night. I groaned.
Great. Just great.