Why Boys Are Idiots

Chapter Eleven - Cyra's POV (Revised and edited)

          "What happened here?" she demanded immediately, not taking her eyes off her poor sock and carpet.  

          My brothers started talking, or more like blaming everything on me, while I just stood there, watching them with an amused expression on my face.

          I mean, it wasn't like I did anything wrong. All I wanted was to eat my breakfast in peace.

          Shaking my head slightly at my brothers' boyish behaviours, I actually felt kind of bad for my mother, who was currently looking around the room with a lost expression on her face.

          Finally, she decided that she couldn't take any more of their obnoxious accusations. “Why don't you explain first, Cyra?" she asked in that motherly voice of hers.

          Taking a deep breath, I started to tell her my awful encounter with them this morning. “So I was about to eat my cereal, when I noticed that the idiots finished all of them," I started, which earned some protests from the pigs who were still plopped down on the couch.

          "Don't call me an idiot!" Mark glared at me and crossed his arms childishly. My mom quickly shushed him and gave me a nod, telling me to go on.

          "I got mad, obviously, since they never even eat cereal for breakfast. So I kind of blocked them from seeing the game," I finished, with the less detailed version of what actually happened.

          My mom, who was apparently feeling nice today, hesitated a moment before turning to her kids, who were now cowering on the couch. "Try not to take your sister's food next time," she said plainly with her hand on her hip.

          I bit my lip to try and stifle my laugh, but the image in front of me was too funny. My usually cocky and super confident brothers were looking up at my mom with wide eyes as she continued to scold them.

          "Now, I want you two to run to the grocery store for more cereal, and no complaints, got that?" She ended her speech.

          "Yes, mom," they replied simultaneously and nodded eagerly, probably happy to have a chance to get out of the house.

          I mentally reminded myself to say thanks to my mom for finally getting them out of here as they hurried out of the room. After a while, the banging and stomping stopped, which showed me that they had officially left.

          Finally having some peace and quiet to myself, I got a towel and wiped all of the disgusting goo off the couch. Actually, the fluid looked a lot like the puddle on the ground at the movies we had gone to last week, and I suddenly felt glad that I hadn't eaten anything.

          As my mom bent down to help me, my stomach growled a little too loudly, and my mother chuckled at the sound. Thankfully though, she thought I was completely innocent about the accident earlier, and decided to make me some breakfast after I was done.

          I was flipping through the book 'The Hunger Games' for the third time when the heavenly smell of bacon and eggs finally wafted up my nose, making my mouth water instantly.

          Putting down the book immediately, I grabbed the fork out of my laughing mother's hand without even looking at her and wolfed it down.

          Only when the yokes burned down my throat did I notice how hot they were. I put up my hand outside of my mouth and started fanning it ridiculously, even though I knew it wasn't going to help much.

          Once the pain was gone, I started scarfing down everything again like nothing happened, which earned me a disapproving look from my mom. She sat down next to me with a plate of her own. Right, I thought. I probably looked like a hobo who hadn't seen food for days, or maybe even worse - like my brothers.

          “Slow down! You’re going to choke if you eat like that!” my mother told me warningly while carefully scraping a small piece of egg into her mouth.

          And I choked. Thanks mom, I thought sarcastically at her.

          After I was done making a mess, I carried my plate to the sink. Turning around so that I could thank my awesome mother, I realized that she hadn't even eaten half of her plate yet.

          "Thanks for the food." I smiled genuinely at her.

          She nodded. "You're welcome," she replied, and you could hear the slight accent off her tongue.

          Giving her a slight nod of my own, I ran to my room and shut the door lightly, making a soft clicking noise in the otherwise silent apartment.  

          Feeling bored that Sunday morning, I turned on my laptop and started stalking Big Time Rush. One Direction was cool and all, but in my opinion, BTR was better. After that thought ran through my mind, I was literally rolling on the floor laughing my head off. BTR was better. Oh, the irony.

          Later, when I calmed myself down to the point where I wouldn’t fall off my chair, I finished where I had left off.

          My quest to find out everything about BTR came to an end when I heard the door unlock. Ugh. They’re home already?! I opened the door, but believe me, I didn't want to see their ugly faces any time soon. But I knew for a fact that they would just keep pounding on my door if I just ignored them.

          “BOO!” they shouted in my face and poked their heads into my room.

          Sighing loudly, I rolled my eyes at them.

          You see, I wasn’t the 'sneak-up-on-me-and-I-will-be-terrified' person. I was more of a 'I-wouldn’t-be-scared-by-you-and-you-will-have-to-suffer-the-consequences-if-you-try' person. When do people learn? I thought distastefully at them.

          Not even a bit fazed at their bad attempt at scaring me, I pushed passed them and decided to hang out in the living room now, since the idiots had now invaded my room. You'd probably wonder why I would just let those pigs hang out in my room alone, but trust me, they've learned their lesson not to mess with my things.

          I walked over to the plastic bags that lied beside the door; just trust my brothers for being lazy. Shaking my head lightly, I peeked in one of the Walmart bag. My hands landed on what felt like a box and pulled it out, revealing the cheapest brand of cereal ever.

          I took in slow, deep breaths and refused the urge to stuff the contents in the box down the boys' pants. Not that I actually wanted to experience that.

          The phone in my pocket vibrated then, and I grinned happily. Finally! Someone replied.

          Glancing down at the caller ID, my happy smile turned into a full-on scowl. For the second time today, I wanted throw my phone out the window. How does he have my phone number?! I thought and turned off my phone manually, breathing heavy. And I thought he didn't even have a cell phone.

          Walking pass my brothers who were still idiotically standing at my doorway, I pushed them out and locked myself in my room for the rest of the day, only coming out for lunch and dinner.

          At least it's rainy today. I'm probably not the only one who's having a bad day.

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(Rewritten AND revised by Chocolate_Luv)

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(Revised and edited by SomeoneAwesome)

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