Beep....Beep....Beep.....Beeeeepppp!!!
Uuuuggggghhhhhh why?
Why an earth do you keep mithering me!!!
Honestly I know I know!!! Gosh....
Stupid fire alarm I know I'm not good at this "whole cooking" thing but do you seriously have to screech that horrific blaring noise at me!!!! I shout in anger at the blastered thing that is known to everyone else as a fire alarm. Trying to make a simple, little pancake is just as challenging as riding a horse with no stirrups for the first time, but at least then nothing screams at you like there is no tomorrow. Why does a simple little task have to be so difficult all I wanted was something to eat? I'm STARVING!!!!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!
My head snaps to the side like I have just received the most powerful slap ever. However, I quickly go back to yelling profanities at the device from hell as to my disappointment it was only the idiot I call a friend dressed in a full on clown costume (creepy right? Well I beg to differ this is somewhat normal for Rachel on a Sunday morning at 6am and by somewhat I mean completely it's just the odd event where she actually dresses as what can only be associated as a "average human being").
As if someone was going to scold us for the loud noise emitted form our house she ran without any hesitation like a mad man,switching off the alarm in a flash leaving me shocked at the prospect of how in the world she switched off that 'device from hell' so easily. "What happened?" She shouted as if I was the bain of her existence. "What?" I shouted equally as loud "It was only a little bit of smoke" rolling my eyes at the end to imply that she was just being dramatic.
"A LITTLE BIT!!! A LITTLE BIT OF SMOKE...... scoffing in disgust and anger she continued down her warpath, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!! IF I WOULDN'T HAVE RETURNED I'M DAMN CERTAIN THIS HOUSE WOULDN'T EVEN BE STANDING WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ELLA!!!!!!!" She screamed. Rolling my eyes again, because I know for a fact she's exaggerating (seriously your a clown but you don't have to act like one all the time), I stormed off upstairs to my small bedroom, packed with little trinkets I've found over the years, and slam the brown wooden door shut with the most energy I could muster up and lay on my worn out bed held together by pieces of slightly splitted wood.
I wouldn't have had to cook if someone had filled up the fridge every once in a while. I thought to myself in anger and hurt although thinking back to the events that occurred moments ago the anger that was just flowing through my veins was replaced with another emotion..... was it..... no it can't be I shake my head ferociously sighing in defeat as I begin to let sleep over take my foggy, confused mind as darkness consumed me....
Hey, well I'm not going to lie this is a little bit awkward for me to write to whoever is reading this but Im going to try and keep this book interesting as I can as well as updating regularly I just ask for your feedback as I'm only just really starting writing on Wattpad after reading other people's stories and taking a break for a while. I hope u enjoy the book and if u have any suggestions plz don't hesitate to speak your mind I just ask for no hate. Thanks for reading 😁💙💜
