Trust Me. I'm Lying - (SLOWLY EDITING)

Looking For The X: Chapter 5

"People are weird. When we find somebody with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love."

—Dr. Seuss

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Looking For The X:

As usual, and as I planned to do so, the idiotic alarm sounded at exactly six twenty-seven in the morning. That morning I woke up at the correct time and stretched out my muscles. I just stood there, eyes wide open, anticipating the day that lay before me. I didn't even feel tired.

I was eager for the day. As strange as it may seem.

I stood up and stretched once again, running a hand through my messy hair. I went to my closet and chose my outfit for today. The first traces of winter were beginning to show, so the temperature was getting colder and chillier by the day here in Philly. So I should start wearing warm clothes, and since that was pretty much every part of my closet, I was glad for the change in weather.

"Good morning, Mom," I said as I more or less skipped down the stairs and entered the kitchen at seven o' three in the morning. It took me about ten minutes to eat breakfast calmly as I should, the other twenty-five gathering my things and getting to school. I saw Mia sitting on the bright kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in her lap as she dabbed a spoonful of Nutella into her Lucky Charms. I frowned. "Where's Mom?"

"She went shopping. Wall-Mart was in sale or something," another spoonful of chocolate into her cereal.

"You can't eat that much chocolate in the morning," I told her, taking the deliciously filled cup out of reach. "Mom doesn't like it, and you know it."

"Well, who are you to tell me what to do?" she asked, running a hand through her hair, rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't care! Either way, I can do whatever I want."

"Aka-excuse me?" I asked in disbelief, my good mood evaporating on the spot. I took the cup from the counter. "What's wrong with you?"

"Give me my breakfast!" Mia demanded urgently, practically screaming. "Now!"

"Well, sis," I stated, an edge in my voice, suddenly pissed. "I happen to be your older sibling. Therefore, I am the one in charge. And you already have enough chocolate in that bowl that it'd make Willy Wonka jealous."

"I don't care," she rolled her eyes again. She grabbed her chocolate filled bowl and marched up the stairs. "I'll have breakfast in my room," Mia declared.

"Oh no, you are not," I told her sternly, running up to grab her arm. I was still clutching the Nutella. "You are not allowed to eat in your room, and you know it. Again."

"Whatever," and for the bazillion time that morning, she rolled her eyes. "I'll just eat on the stairs."

"Go eat at the table, Mia," I sighed.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like it," she shrugged and sat down on the stairs. "You can't tell me what to do."

I sighed. Mia was just a little monster these days. "Fine," I snapped and went back to the kitchen. I placed the Nutella back where it belonged. Then I filled my bowl with cereal and sat down on the counter. I wouldn't let my good mood get ruined by her. And her crazy pre-teen hormones. She went to school an hour later than I did, and I guess the bus was going to pick her up today.