#33
I woke up next morning and found myself on the floor. How'd that happened? I sat up, scratch my back and yawned lazily. I rubbed my eyes and squint, looking at the clock on my wall. I got up, and I walked like a drunk person trying to look for my towel. I yawned several times and my strip off the clothes that I wore last night; a white tee that has a print on it saying, 'Don't look at me,' and grey bottom. After I cleaned myself, I put on a red tank-top and a rip skinny jeans.
My hair stuck to my shoulder like glue because it was still wet. I didn't made my bed up because I thought that there was no point. I was going to sleep again so why should I? My stomach grumbled but instead of running downstairs to the kitchen, I tip-toed over to my parents bedroom. I sneaked in and my parents weren't in their bed. Well of course not, it was almost noon I thought. The curtains were apart so the brilliant sun shone in through the square shaped glass window.
I went over to the windows and looked over the front yard, both cars weren't there. They must've gone to work I guessed. I shrugged and went downstairs. Like a hungry animal, I ran downstairs to catch my prey. As usual, breakfast was served on the table. There was a card next to the plate of pancakes and scramble eggs. 'Enjoy sweethearts, Mom.' It noted. This was weird I thought, she never wrote anything like that for me or Jack ever since we turned thirteen. I sat down on the table, grabbed the fork and knife and enjoyed my breakfast.
"Mom? Dad? Don't.. don't leave us! Think about Jade, she needs you mom. Please don't.." a voice came from my brother's room and then it fade. With the undigested still in my mouth, I chewed even faster and swallowed it. I drank my orange juice hurriedly and walked over to Jack's room to investigate. I opened the wooden door, it made a creaking sound.
"J-jack?" I said. A moan came from under the duvet. I stepped on the dirty pile of unwashed shirts and jeans. Disgusted, using the tip of my finger, I pulled the duvet and saw Jack in his boxers. "Oh God, dude you're so filthy." I threw back the white duvet and sauntered outside. "A guy his age still sleep talk. God, I wonder how I'm related to him," I said in a tone of embarrassment. I shut the door and went over to my living room. After five minutes, I realised that I was having breakfast before Jack interrupted me with his unconscious sleep talk.
I washed the dirty plate and went outside to threw away the overload garbage. I opened the front door and a very tall blonde guy with baggy jeans and over-sized purple shirt stood in front of me, blocking my way out. The sun dazzled in my eyes, so I didn't recognized who it was. I squint my eyes, "who are you?" I said.
The tall, yet skinny guy didn't say a word. In fact, it was like he wasn't even there, I couldn't even hear the sound of his breathing. I walked over to the side to get a better view of his face, while holding a heavy black plastic bag filled with dirty garbage. "Oh Max, whats up?" I said and open the green lid of the garbage can and threw it away. I made a disgusted face and wipe my hands on my butt.
Max, the blonde guy who stood in my way went inside my house and leave me all by myself behind. I scoffed and put my hands on my small waist. "Talk about rude," I muttered. I followed his steps and closed the door. Max was in the kitchen and ate the left over pancakes that was meant for Jack. I raised one eyebrow up, this guy's really annoying I thought. "Uh- what are you doing?" this time, I demand an answer.
He looked up briefly and put the knife and fork down. He walked over to me, smirked and went over to my living room. Rudely, he put his leg up on the coffee table and relaxed on the cream leather couch. "I need to talk to you. It's important," the rude, blonde skinny guy implored.
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