Forever (Linked to Until the End)

Chapter 3

*Miya's P.O.V*

As the next morning arrived, I woked up, drenched in sweat. Because I had one of those things where you can't move in your sleep and you hear noise in the background. Well, I've had about three of those and on the third one, I heard someone whispered something in my ear. I couldn't make out what it was saying but I was scared. (Its called sleep paralysis.)

I got up from my bed and took off the drenched bed sheets and threw them on my floor. I then went in the shower and took a nice, crisp, shower. I know its like in the middle of winter but I am really hot and this is necessary.

After my shower, I got dressed in a sweater that I made for myself, some black jeans, and brown combat boots. For my accesories, I threw on a beige scarve and a Michael Kors gold watch. For my hair I curled it up then put on light lip gloss.

Once I was satisfied on the way I looked, I went downstairs to find Grandma whipping us up some breakfast. I then saw Taylor sitting at the island waiting for the food as she was playing with her phone and then saw Michael sitting across from her doing the same.

"Good Morning, everyone." I said, grabbing the orange juice that was sitting on the island and pouring me a glass of it. I'm not much of a coffee drinker but every blue moon I'll get some.

"Good Morning, Miya." Grandma said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and placing a plate in front of me afterwards.

"Good Morning." Taylor and Michael mumbled as they were continuing to play on their phones.

I just rolled my eyes and asked Grandma what we were having for breakfast. "We are having eggs, my famous pancakes, bacon, and cinnamon rolls." She said with a dazzaling smile and flipping pancakes.

"That sounds delici." I said. "How long will you be?"

"About five minutes, why?" She placed her pancakes on a dish and sat it on the table.

"Oh nothing. I was just asking 'cause I'm starving."

"Me too! Hurry up, Grandma! I don't have all day!" Taylor playfully said and gave us a smirk. Grandma turned around slowly as if someone poured cold water on her. She took her wooden spoon and pointed it at Taylor with her hand on her hip.

"Who in the heck is you talking to, little girl?" Grandma said. We all just burst out laughing at the thought that she was going to use a wooden spoon to beat her with.

Five minutes had passed by and we all digged in the heavenly food that was sitting in front of us. After breakfast, Taylor, suprisingly, decided to help Grandma out to clean the kitchen while I go upstairs to start packing. I'll be going back to college in two days from our long, depressing, winter break but I don't want to go back. I want to stay right here with my family and just eat, laugh, and be lazy, not giving any cares in the world.

College has been going very well for Michael and myself, since it's our last year going. I, obviously, want to major in Fashion/Apparel Design and Michael wants to major in Film. Its funny how we're in the same college together, since the school is combined with liberal arts, visual arts, and the filming fields. I just hope that I become the next Marc Jacobs or Jeffery Campbell or Christian Louboutin or Coco Chanel. Doing fashion is one of my favorite things to do and I honestly hope that my dreams as a fashion designer comes true.

As I began packing, I felt the air in the room change. I turned around, knowing who it was, which was Mom.

"Hey, Mom." I said, cheerfully without turning around.

"Hey, girly girl. You're packing already?" Mom said, walking over to me where I was seated on the floor with my blue suitcase open.

"Yeah, sadly. I leave in two days. But guess what tomorrow is?" I folded up one of my shirts and placed them neatly and delicately in the suitcase.