I was in the kitchen making breakfast for out family. I had a large black frying pan in my hand. My older brother Brian was asleep at the kitchen table. I slammed the frying pan down on the table.

"Wake up," I said.

He lifted his head.

"Huh?" he said.

"Wake up its time for breakfast. You know we all need to help out," I said.

"Jeez stop yelling," he said.

My other brother Adam stumbled into the kitchen.

"Dude I can't go to school today," he said.

I looked at him.

"Oh and why not?" I asked.

"I'm sick."

"No," I said: "You're hungover. Now sit down I'll get you some breakfast."

I pulled out a chair and he sat. Upstairs, I heard my older Vanessa crying.

"Mom," she yelled.

"Yeah?" our mom said.

"I need to go the hospital."

"Ok."

Dad was still at the office.

"Molly," Mom called.

"Yeah?" my sister said back.

"If i'm not back in time will you take them to school?"

"Yeah ok."

Mom and Vanessa left.