The Little Kookie

"Aww! That's so cute! Can I have that one?"

"Yes, Ari?" my mom asked, being the nice host she was.

"Can I play with this statue?"

"Of course you can!" And mom turned back to her parents, talking.

Ari was about to run off somewhere, when her mother stopped her. "Ari, come back here. Say hello to your aunt Rie, your uncle John and their daughter Leah. Also your cousin."

Ari skipped over to mom. "Hello Auntie Rie!"

She turned to dad. "Hello Uncle John!"

She faced both of them. "It's really nice to meet you!"

'Nice to meet you' my foot. What about me? Are you just going to ignore me? You're holding my precious birthday gift from Sook too. That too, very carelessly. It could fall and break!

"Aw, she has such good manners!" mom squealed. She turned to me. "Leah, you should learn manners from her."

Excusez-moi?! What did I just hear you say?

I should learn from her, a bratty, spoilt, little kid? And she can't compare me and her! And what do you mean, "learn manners from her"?!

I simply smiled politely, choosing not to reply to her comment.

They all sat on the sofa, Ari still holding my statue. I continued standing like the awkward person I am. But even if I sit though, mom is gonna tell me to get up and take snacks for them.

They talked for a while, surprisingly asking for no snacks, even when mom offered. So I stood there for nothing.

"Shall we eat dinner?" dad asked.

"Oh, yes, yes," Uncle Takashi said, standing up.

We went to sit at the dining table to eat.

Dad and Uncle Takashi sat at the long ends of the table, facing each other. Mom and I sat together on one side, while Aunt Emily and Ari sat on the opposite side, facing us too.

Mom began serving rice for everyone, and dad served the stew. I served the water.

"Ah, this stew is as delicious as I remember it!" Uncle Takashi stated.

"Oh, stop it," my mom said modestly.

"What do you add in this stew?" Aunt Emily asked her.

Mom then proceeded to explain the long recipe. I sat there, eating the stew while gagging in disgust internally.

I was practically shoving it down my throat.

But it seemed Ari didn't like the stew as well. She just sat there, playing with the rice and the stew with her spoon.

"Ari, do you not like the food?" mom asked her.

Ha! Caught in the act!

"Of course she does!" Aunt Emily answered for her. "She's just not very hungry, you see."

"Oh..." mom murmured. She seemed a bit sad. I feel bad for her. Ugh, Ari, just eat the food.

"Um, I'm really sorry..." Ari said, fake-politely. "I don't get that hungry in the night. Could I get a glass of milk though?"

Mom brightened up instantly. "Of course! Do you want to choose which mug?"

What the fuck, mom?! What if she chooses my mug?

"Okay!" Ari replied cheerfully.

I stared at my mug. It was white in colour, with two avocados cuddling with each other as a design on it. 'Let's avocuddle' was written on top.

It was cute. Like, really cute. And it stood out from the mugs that were in a set and had the same, boring design. Like, really stood out.

There was no way she wouldn't see that mug. No way.

The glass case was behind her. She got off her chair, turned around and saw the mug in all its glory.

"Aww! That's so cute!" she squealed. "Can I have that one?"

Excuse me?! 'Can I have that one?' You can't 'have' it! You can only use it! Brat!

"Of course!" mom said and went off to the kitchen to get the milk.

Ari smirked evilly at me. I smiled politely at her.

"So...Leah, which grade are you in?" Uncle Takashi asked.

"I'm in 11th grade."

"Ah. Do you know what you're going to do after high school?"

Of course I do.

"Yes...I plan to join a college for music."

"Oh, that's...good."

He doesn't approve of my choice. But does it look like I care? Actually I do. But mom and dad support me. So do grandma and grandpa. Even my friends and teachers support it. I can do it.

"Here's your milk, Ari," mom said, placing my mug filled with milk in front of her.

Ugh. My mug has to be disgraced by such a disgusting substance such as milk. What's more, it's hot milk.

Mom takes away her plate, and dumps her food in the dustbin. She looks sad.

Crash! Clatter!

We all looked towards the loud sound. It was Ari. She had dropped my mug on the ground. Hot milk had spilt over her. She began crying.

I don't care though.

My mug has been broken by this spoilt brat.

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Hey guys! I'm back with a new chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.

So news again. The cover has been made! By my friend, xxpurpleyxx ! Grizzly shall be posted tomorrow. Actually, I don't know.

Any Exo-Ls here? Blinks? If there are, great! Because...my book shall have Exo and Blackpink in it! Yehet~

Okay then. Vote. Comment. Tell me what you think. If you want to.

~ ImAntiSocial09

PS: the mug in media is Leah's mug in this story.
PSS: I know there wasn't much Jungkook here. There will be in the next chapter tho.