Childlike

It was the same as always: wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, eat dinner, and go to bed.

However, this didn't stop him from bending the rules just a tiny bit. What's wrong with a little fun?

Waking up; it was kind of annoying to be interrupted from his slumber, - especially from that damned alarm clock - but Greed knew that waking up meant a new day of mischief.

He would set his alarm earlier than his siblings, for an important purpose, of course; he wanted to be a good older brother and wake them.

'A nice bucket of water should do the trick,' Greed mused, filling up a toy pail with tap water. He hopped off of the stepping stool by the sink and crept into his favorite little brother's room.

Slowly pushing the door open with one arm, the other securing the pail, Greed snuck up to the little boy's bed. Just as he was about to do the deed -

BRIIIIING!

Greed shrieked and the pail flew out of his arms, falling onto his own clothing. The little mop of hair lying on the bed jerked awake to see his older brother soaked in what looked like his next prank.

"Good morning, Greed." Envy giggled.

"Can it, you palm tree!" Greed grumbled, stripping the now wet pajama top from his small frame.

Envy just smiled and hopped off his bed, clicking off the alarm. "You'll have to get me next time, shark teeth!" he taunted.

With another grumble, Greed trudged out of Envy's room, into his own, to change.

Eating breakfast; it was always eventful in the Angevin family.

You had Gluttony, the three-year-old who would shove everything into his mouth, partial, but not limited to, another person's limb.

Lust, the ten-year-old who did her best to ignore everyone at the table by reading a book or something of the sort, occasionally helping feed Gluttony.

Envy, the six-year-old who had to do a sniff test on every plate to see if it was fit for eating. If nothing interested him, he would simply leave the table to go doodle or attempt proper conversation with one of the adults.

Sloth, the five-year-old who slept in his food or complained about the morning or what was to come. He also drooled a lot, much to Lust's chagrin.

And Greed, the eight-year-old who caused a ruckus every morning: demanding what he wanted to eat, starting food fights, hiding something icky in everyone's food but his, pretty much the reason for morning migraines.

There was also Pride, the eleven-year-old, but he normally sat on the couch, having a conversation with his favorite Uncle Wrath, bragging about his good grades and large friend group.

Coming down the stairs to his siblings already at the table, Greed pouted. He was hoping to play a good prank during breakfast after his previous attempt failed. So much for surprising them with unnatural food.

"Good morning, Greed. I hope it wasn't you I heard making a fuss in Envy's room." Lust said, her eyes not leaving the book she read.

Greed rolled his eyes. "S'not like I was doing anything bad. Even if I was, it wouldn't work because of Envy's stupid alarm clock." he chided.

"That stupid alarm clock saved me from waking up soaking wet!" Envy retorted, shaking an angry fistful of bacon at his brother.

"Not me, it didn't." Greed mumbled while sitting down at the table. He leaned over the table to grab a piece of toast, but was stopped by Lust.

"You really need to learn some manners," she remarked. "Sit down and ask someone to pass you the plate of bread." Lust turned towards Envy, who visibly jumped under his sister's judging stare. "You, too. Stop waving that bacon around like it's some kind of rattle. Keep it on your plate where it's supposed to be."

Neither one bothered to argue with Lust; they knew the unpleasant results of that.
So they just did as told and continued their breakfast routines respectively.

Going to school; the place where having fun is banned. Fun in Greed's eyes, that is.

If he makes so much as a peep in his class, the teacher will scold him and give him a red check next to his sticker name on the board.

Everyone had a sticker name in Greed's class. If you got a star next to your name, it meant you did something good. If you got a red check next to your name, it meant the opposite. Three stars meant a prize at the end of class. Three red checks meant no playtime.

Greed was the only student to successfully surpass the appropriate amount of red checks next to his name. So far, he had earned six today.

"I've had just about enough of your nonsense this week, Greed," the boy's teacher, Miss Lily, complained.

Miss Lily had asked Greed to stay after the bell for lunch rang, so she could give him a talk. Nothing he wasn't used to; she usually did this.

Greed idly sat, with a blank expression, while his teacher ranted on about behavior issues, calling home to his parents, and even having him suspended. Any other kid would have been in tears from the threats she was giving, but Greed knew better. Miss Lily never acted upon her empty threats.

When she was finally done reprimanding Greed, Miss Lily let him go, claiming that she couldn't keep a child from his lunchtime.

'Yeah, right,' Greed thought, strolling down the hallway with his hands in his pockets. 'She was just running out of lies to threaten me with. She'd totally keep me from lunch.'

Coming home; Greed had to meet up with Lust, Envy, and Pride to get home.

Lust was two grades higher than Greed. She was currently enjoying her literature section of writing in fourth grade. So when school ended, she was usually upset.

Envy was only just beginning school as a kindergartener. He was still learning the basic rules of school, getting in trouble quite a bit, but not as much as Greed. The teachers knew Envy was a smart boy, he just didn't use his brains too often and he had to suffer from the consequences.

Pride was the eldest, so that meant he was almost done with elementary school. He was always the one to hold up the trio while they not-so-patiently waited for his arrival. The boy would usually walk out with a small flock of admirers, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

Lust perked up at the sound of grass ruffling. "Pride's here, you guys." she alerted her younger brothers. Lust stood from the bench she was sitting on and placed her novel back into her shoulder-bag.

Greed got up from the ground and dusted himself off. "Finally! I swear he takes longer every day." he complained. The spiky-haired boy turned to his brother, who had his head shoved in a bush. "Come on, you weirdo. We're leaving." he sniffed.

Envy pulled himself out of the bush, a small, fuzzy caterpillar in his grasp. "Lookie what I found!" he squealed. "Isn't she cute? I'm gonna name 'er Lilac 'cuz I found 'er on one!"

Greed sighed and Lust looked uncomfortable. She was never really a fan of bugs. Envy continued to smile, placing the tiny caterpillar into his shirt pocket.

Pride strode over to the group. "Hello, kids. Ready to go?" he asked.

"We were ready a while ago, Pride," Lust drawled, straightening her glasses. "And could you please not refer to me as a kid? I'm barely a year younger than you and I'm already more mature." And with that, she walked off, leaving the three boys to follow after her.

Pride and Greed rolled their eyes while Envy cooed at his new pet, soon catching up to Lust.

Eating dinner; it was a little more organized than breakfast. The children's parents were present.

Quiet, it was definitely quiet this evening. Envy was actually using his utensils for once, Greed was acting as proper as he could be, and Sloth was silently picking at his food, occasionally teetering off into sleep, but catching himself before completely dozing off.

Lust, Pride, and Gluttony stayed pretty much the same as they did during breakfast, only Pride was at the dinner table, bragging to his parents instead of Uncle Wrath.

Dante, their mother, decided to settle on paying attention to Greed tonight.

"So, Greed," she began, slicing into a slab of meat with her knife. "How was your day?"

Greed inwardly groaned. He hated talking to his mother. She was so boring! But, he knew how to get her uninterested in speaking with him.

"Fine, Mother. We learned about cars and trucks today." Greed replied. He actually had no idea what his class had learned today, the spiky-haired boy just knew that his mother disliked cars.

"That's nice." she hummed, interest completely lost. Dante then turned to Envy, who seemed thrilled to have attention be put on him.

Greed chuckled under his breath at the sight of his younger brother trying to be impressive, and failing. Poor kid was never the center of attention. Not that anyone ever was, under Dante's glare.

Going to bed; usually Greed used this time to reminisce in all of the day's pranks, and possibly plot new ones, but today was rather uneventful, so he just spent it thinking.

'I wonder if tomorrow will be as boring as today was? Maybe I'll have to go with my gut's first decision and spice things up a bit.' Greed gave a toothy smirk at the thought. 'Little Envy's alarm won't get me this time. And that old hag Lust won't boss me around!'

Greed's smirk faded as he thought more about his family. 'I guess we're not all half bad. I like having everyone together each day like this. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone.'

The spiky-haired boy shifted under his covers so that he was laying on his side. A small, genuine smile played across his lips. 'I like having my own part in this big ol' family. Here's to new adventures that await me tomorrow..!'

And with that last thought, Greed's eyes slipped closed and he drifted off to sleep.

To wake up to another day, that was full of a much more irritating Greed, who successfully annoyed everyone.

I hope everyone enjoyed my first chapter! The next one may come out later today, as this was meant to be posted yesterday. Please rate and review! :)