Sadly Mistaken

I Have More Cringy Experiences Than One Direction Has Fans

[Chapter 1]

  I Have More Cringy Experiences Than One Direction Has Fans 

It's 5 AM and the neighbors dog won't stop barking. I grab my pillow and shove it around my head, in an attempt to block out the noise. I've only gotten five hours of sleep and the dog next door feels the need to bark its head off at a god damn squirrel. I give up on sleep, and decide to get a head start on the day. It isn't everyday that I get up earlier than 7 AM.

I creep down the stairs in my pajamas, making sure I skip the creaky step so my parents won't wake up. I look at the kitchen from the stairs, and I'm surprised to see a light on. My family never wakes up earlier than 6, and it's only 5:15.

Oh God...

Maybe that empty headed dog next door was really barking at something, or someone, and they're in our house right now! Why am I just thinking of this now?  Why the hell does this kind of thing have to happen to me? I grab a sharp pencil, and creep into the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen, I see someone in the kitchen. They turn around, and see a long brown braid going down the back of a young adult. She turns around, and I'm surprised to see it's my sister Meghan, staring at me while I'm about to stab her with a pencil. The first thing she does is burst out laughing.

"You really thought you were going to get me with a pencil?" She said and continued laughing at me. I blush and look down to my feet.

"Laugh all you want Meg, but if there was an actual killer in this room, They'd be dead right now." I say snap.

"Okay, whatever you say Kat." She says, and turns around to continue what she was doing before I came in. I follow her, and see that she is making scrambled eggs.

"Okay Meg, what are you doing back here? I haven't seen you in at least a year. And why so early? You never wake up earlier then 8?" She says nothing, and continues to scramble the eggs. "Did you back come for lil ol' me?" I ask with Bambi eyes and a squeaky voice, like how I used to do when we were younger and I wanted something.  She looks at me, and I can tell she wants to slap me.

"God no Kat!" She laughs. "I just need a place to crash for a few months until I get a steady job."

"And I may or may not have forgotten to give mom and dad a heads up," she adds awkwardly, looking visibly nervous. I decide not to question why she needs a place to stay, even though the last I heard, she had a steady job and was living on her own. 

I was never close with my sister Meghan until the past 3 years. She had her first major heartbreak in her junior year of college, and she was devastated. Mom and dad didn't approve of him, so they gave her no sympathy, while I on the other hand, gave her emotional and moral support. Three years down the road and here we are now. Like all sisters, we have our moments, but most of the time we accept and tolerate each other.

Meg looks at me, and smiles.

"You've changed so much since I last saw you Kit Kat," she pauses, and looks at my feet, which are covered by my cotton candy pink bunny slippers. "Except for those bunny slippers. Aren't you a little too old for them now?"    

"You can never be too old for bunny slippers Meg!  You should know after living with me for seventeen years!"

She looks at me with exasperation, knowing that my bunny slippers are not worth the fight. She knows I am persistent, and I won't go down without a fight. Meg and I talk for a while, catching up on all of the things we missed when she was away. Before I know it, it's already 6:50.