Deja:
I woke up and looked over to Hashbrown. He was jumping with joy. It was about 6 in the morning and I felt like going for a walk. I quickly got out of bed and brushed my teeth. I pulled on a pair of leggings and an orange Nike sweater. I put on my white vans and brushed my hair. I put it up into a little messy bun.
"Let's go Hashbrown!" I grabbed him out of his little cage thing and set him on my bed. I grabbed his leash and hooked it on. Hashbrown looked at the leash and tried to bite it. I laughed. I carried him down the stairs since he wasn't big enough to walk down the stairs and he'd probably tumble down the stairs if I let him.
I walked out the door and locked it before remembering I didn't have my house keys. I groaned, but Hashbrown bit on my shoe making me laugh. We walked around the block a few times. The sun was slightly out and it looked beautiful. I could feel the morning air and the low hum of silence. The world is way more peaceful when it's quiet and you get time to think. In my world, it's full of noise and yelling and I really don't get any time to think unless it's in the shower.
I continued to walk and I felt someone's body slam against mine taking away all the peace and calmness. I looked up at the person and I felt like glaring, but my eyes fell upon a very good looking creature who was about my age. He was tall, Asian looking, with dark hair and dark brown eyes. He had light caramel colored skin and a nice jawline.
"I'm sorry!" He immediately said.
"No, it's okay," I said. "I was in your way."
"No, I should've watched where I was going, but I too busy worrying about being late." I tilted my head and looked at him.
"You look oddly familiar..."
"I do?"
"Yeah, I've seen you somewhere, I just don't know where..." Right then it clicked in my head. "Oh my gosh, you're Gabe De Guzman. You're a really great dancer."
"Oh gee, thanks." He blushed. "What's your name?"
"Deja, I just moved here from Minnesota. I honestly don't know why I'm telling you this, you probably don't care at all, but anyways..." I said making him laugh.
"Well, nice to meet you, Deja, I'll see you around. I have to go or I'll be late for my show with Boy Squad." He smiled. I waved and he jogged away. I continued to walk with Hashbrown.
I came across a small park. It was quiet and no one was there yet. I sat on a little bench under a big tree. Hashbrown stuck his tongue out and barked. I picked him up and laughed as he licked my face.
"Hashbrown! I just washed my face!" I laughed and wiped off the slobber with the end of my sweater sleeve. We sat for about 10 minutes before we headed back home. I got to the front door right as my dad was leaving.
"Are you leaving?" I asked.
"Yes, buddy, I start work today," He said.
"Do you really have to go?"
"Do you want to live under a roof and have food to eat?"
"Yes..."
"Then, I really have to go." He kissed my forehead and ran to the car. "Brianna and Bridget are still sleeping, but there's cereal on the fridge or leftover lasagna from last night that you can warm up and eat for breakfast!"
"Okay, thanks, dad. What time will you be home?" He started the car.
"7," He answered. I began to back out of the driveway. "I love you, I'll see you later!"
"Bye, dad!" He drove off. I tried opening the door, but it was locked. As usual, my dad locked the door while leaving the house. I slammed my hands against the door and placed my forehead on the door. I looked down at hashbrown who was scratching at the door.
"Hashbrown, we'll be stuck out here until 10. That's when the witches wake up because if they wake up earlier, they'll burn to ashes. You should wake them up one day," I said laughing to myself because Hashbrown is unable to laugh at my joke. He just stared at me with wide eyes. I sat down in front of the door and put Hashbrown in my lap. I stroked his back softly. He snuggled up against my stomach and yawned. "Hashbrown! Don't fall asleep, you're supposed to keep my company!" I laughed to myself again. He licked my face.
I checked the time. 7:14 am. I sighed. Hashbrown crawled off my lap and walked towards the side of the house.
"Hashbrown! Where are you going?" He fit through a small little hole in the bottom of the fence separating the backyard from the front yard. I sighed. "Ditcher!"
I waited next to the front door for about 15 minutes. I felt my eyes begin to droop, but one of the neighbors revved the engine to their motorcycle startling me. I heard the faint jingle of keys and I turned to see Hashbrown slowly running over with my keys in his mouth. I left the keys on my bed which makes me wonder how exactly Hashbrown got them. My dog is a super dog. He put the slobbery keys in my hand which made me want to vomit because of how gross they felt. I wiped the keys using my sweater before unlocking the door. I picked up Hashbrown and kissed his head.
"Good Hashbrown..." He stuck out his tongue and barked with joy. I placed Hashbrown on the floor in front of the big flat-screen TV and turned on Impractical Jokers. To my surprise, he enjoyed it and would roll over on the ground every time something funny happened. I left him to watch while I went to warm up the lasagna in the fridge. I put some on a plate and carried it back to the couch and ate. Hashbrown looked up at me with big puppy eyes.
"What?" I asked. He didn't stop staring. I realized he was hungry. "C'mon Hashbrown! I'm hungry too!" He whimpered. "You evil little puppy," I said laughing. I put a small piece of lasagna on my fork and I grabbed it off the fork with my fingers. "Catch." I tossed it in the air and Hashbrown caught it in his mouth. I clapped. "You need some real dog food, babe."
I set my lasagna on the counter and turned off the TV. I walked up the stairs and put Hashbrown in his cage. I poured dog food into a bowl and put water in the other. I put them next to him and he happily munched on his food.
"Okay, enjoy your food, I'll be right back," I said. I rubbed his head and walked to the bathroom. Bridget exited her room in a hot pink lacy robe with her hair in a huge mess. She wasn't wearing any makeup making her look like a beast and she kinda smelt funny. Like she hadn't showered.
"What?!" She snapped.
"What?!" I snapped.
"Why are you staring at me?!"
"Because you look like freaking trash!" She gasped.
"Well you look like you woke up at 6," She said.
"I did wake up at 6. You know, like a normal person. You look like you just woke up, oh wait you did."
"Just shut up, Deja." I rolled my eyes. She yawned and walked down the stairs.
"Hey, don't eat the lasagna on the table, it's mine," I said. She absentmindedly dismissed me and continued to walk down the stairs.
I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my shampoo, conditioner and body soap. I also grabbed my scrub and the rest of my stuff in the bathroom. I almost vomited at the sight of Bridget's blonde hair all over the bottom of the bathtub. I carried my stuff to my room. I knew Bridget would use it, so I put it away. I wouldn't mind sharing, but I'm allergic to certain types of body washes, so I have to get certain kinds of soap. It's weird, I know.
Hashbrown let out a little burp and I laughed. "Excuse you!" I picked him up out of his cage and he yawned, making me yawn. He squirmed a little in my arms before he fell asleep. I gently set him down in his fluffy blue bed. I closed my door and walked downstairs. Bridget was watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians. I walked over to where I left my lasagna, it was gone. I looked over to where Bridget was sitting, she wasn't eating anything. I looked in the sink and saw the plate I put lasagna on.
"What happened to my lasagna that was on the counter?" I asked.
"I ate it," She said.
"What? Bridget, I told you it was my lasagna."
"Oops!" She smirked.
"When are you going to stop doing this?!"
"Doing what?"
"Taking everything from me and treating me like freaking crap!"
"I don't know," She shrugged. "Maybe, never."
"Why do you do this to me?" I asked. "And don't tell me that you don't know because I know that you have a reason for taking away everything that makes me happy and ruining my life."
"You wanna know why I do it?" She asked getting up and walking towards me. "Because I like watching you suffer."
"Fxcking Bxtch," I mumbled. Right at the moment, she swung at me. I tackled her over and we rolled around on the ground throwing punches at each other. She left me with a few small scratches on my face, but I left her with a black eye that was beginning to form and a busted lip.
"That's enough!" Brianna ran down the stairs and struggled to pull us off of each other. I grabbed a strand of Bridget's hair and yanked right as Brianna pulled us off of each other. I stood there with a strand of Bridget's blonde hairs in my hand.
"You pulled out my hair!" She yelled.
"You scratched my face!"
"You're so freaking spoiled!"
"I'm freaking spoiled? My dad takes you to the mall every day and buys you whatever you want and he's not even your real dad!"
"He likes me better as a daughter. You're just a piece of fxcking trash that a bxtch gave birth to and said it was your dad's baby." She crossed her arms.
"Don't call my mom a bxtch," I threatened.
"What are you gonna do about it?" She asked.
I jumped on top of her and held her elbows down with my knees. I threw punches at her face until I couldn't feel my knuckles anymore. I felt something hard hit my back and I felt hands dragging me off of her.
"You hit me with a broom?" I looked up at Brianna. She held the broom in her arms.
"Bridget? Are you okay baby?" She ran over and helped Bridget.
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine. Everything, just hurts," She replied.
Oh, shut up, Bridget. I barely did any damage to your face. You look the same, ugly."
"Shut up and go to your room, Deja," Brianna ordered.
"You don't tell me what to do."
"Yes, I can. I'm your mother."
"Mother my axx," I rolled my eyes. "I will never consider you my mother nor will you ever be close to stepmother to me."
"I'm telling your dad."
"Go ahead, he believes everything you witches say, anyways." I rolled my eyes and got up off the ground.
"Don't move, Bridget, I'll be right back," Brianna ran up the stairs. I walked past Bridget who was still sitting on the ground.
"Here's your hair back." I dropped the strand of hair on her. "Don't lose it, remember the day you fought the dog."
"Shut up," She said while rolling her eyes. "Beware of Dog." I was shocked when she bit the area right under my knee.
"Ow!" I yelped. I smacked her face off of me.
"Who's the dog now?!"
"Still, not you. You're just a bxtch now..." I kicked her away from me with my foot. "Beware of the damn Bxtch."
Brianna walked back downstairs and helped Bridget upstairs even though Bridget said she could walk. I rolled my eyes at how dumb they looked arguing over how Bridget would get up the stairs. I switched off the TV that had been playing the whole time. There were a few knocks at the door. I opened it.
"Best friend!" Jack yelled as soon as I opened the door.
"Best friend!" I gave him a tight hug. Zach stood at the door and saluted me like a sailor. I laughed.
"We brought you breakfast." Jack stuck out a container. I took it from him.
"What is it?" I asked. We walked over to my kitchen counter. I took off the lid.
"I like to call it The Bacon, Ham and Egg Zach Attack Pancakes!" Zach smiled. "Or the BHEZAP."
"Cool," I carefully grabbed it out of the container and placed it on a plate. "So, how exactly am I supposed to eat this? Or how did you even make it?"
"Well, you put a pancake on the bottom, then add syrup, then eggs, then bacon, and ham, then more eggs, then more syrup, then another pancake on top! And you eat it like a sandwich," He said.
"Is it healthy, or even edible?" I studied it.
"It's edible. Maybe, not healthy, but edible." He shrugged. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and cut it in fours so that it would be easier to eat. I picked up one of the sticky pieces. Zach and Jack watched as I struggled to get a good bite of it.
"That's good..." I said surprised. "I didn't think it'd be that good."
"I'm really glad you liked it," Zach said.
Bridget walked down the stairs wearing full makeup and a cute outfit. Her hair was straightened and flawless as usual. My heart sunk lower and lower as I watched Zach's eyes shift from me to the beautiful creature descending from the stairs. I felt every last bit of hope slipping out between my fingers and being burned to ashes.