Just A Weirdo ✓

~ 02 ~

The sun shone brightly, casting a glow over the trees and houses. A feeling of discomfort washed over me and I opened my eyes slowly. It took me a few minutes to adjust to the light.

The sunlight was flooding my room, its rays bouncing off the furniture; reminding me that I forgot to close the curtains. I sat up and realised I was still in my jeans. I hadn't changed into my nightwear yesterday. No wonder I'm uncomfortable. And didn't sleep under the covers.

The temperature was definitely warmer.

I stretched out my arms and yawned. I knew I looked horrible, looking put-together in the mornings wasn't a Debbie thing. I swung my legs to the side of the bed and slipped my feet into my flip flops. I'd worn them to school yesterday.

Couldn't forget Jenny and her twin. And yes, I did name my shoes sometimes.

Rubbing my eyes, I picked up a t-shirt on the floor and tossed it into the laundry basket. It was my turn to do the washing next week. I exited my room and went to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth.

I went to the kitchen and made a hot cup of ceylon tea for myself. Sitting on one of the three barstools by the island, I sipped my tea peacefully. I could hear the birds chirping outside. If I didn't have kids to babysit, I would have had this day to myself.

After finishing the tea I put the mug in the sink and thought of a breakfast to make. Finally coming to a conclusion, I toasted the bread and put it in the toast rack. I'd decided to make honey toast for them. It was nine-thirty-five in the morning.

I went to wake the kids, and they didn't fuss. Wanna know why? It's because they were already up. Serenity brought her stuffed giraffe to the kitchen after they brushed their still-developing teeth.

Hugo had brushed his teeth quietly today.

I sat them on the stools, hoping they wouldn't fall over. They began shouting random foods,

"Porridge oats!"

"Toast and mushrooms!"

"Sausages!"

"Boiled eggs!"

"Cereal!"

"Grilled asparagus!" Evan killed the fun.

Serenity and Hugo both looked at Evan weirdly.

Evan shrugged and said, "My momma eats those in the morning."
Wow, I would die if I had to eat that each morning.

I spread some honey on the toast and placed the plates in front of them. And, also, gave them the last of the 100% fruit juice in the fridge.

Too much sugar? I couldn't tell. But I knew that we were almost out of honey.

"I want my tablet," Evan said as he licked the honey off his thumb. He looked so cute in his glasses. If I were to say that I wasn't bothered by his obsession with his tablet, I'd be lying. Yes, he played educational games but isn't childhood all about being outdoors?

Playing with other kids and letting your brain develop correctly, and enjoying your childhood while it lasts?

Some people weren't lucky enough to have normal childhoods. Like me.

"Are you a witch?" Serenity tilted her head.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked, utterly dumbfounded.

"Witches have bad looking hair," she said with another hair flick. I held the tips of my dark hair as I struggled to speak. Your hair being judged by a seven-year-old isn't a nice thing to hear.