CHAPTER ONE:
Cereal or Death
Daylight shone through the windowed room as Melvin opened his eyes to wake in the morning. He yawned and pushed the blankets off of his bed, putting on his signature headlamp which made him look at least 20% dorkier. Thinking about breakfast, he jumped out of his bed to get himself a bowl of Wheaties. Standing by the doorway out of his room, which held the hallway to his older sister's bed room, he felt a sense of dread.
I wonder if she's up yet. Melvin thought with fear in his heart. She was always quite mean to him, though at least she helped him with his vlogs. Or, one of them. She was still quite mean even then.
Quickly running down the hallway and through the stairs, Melving made his way to the living room, which was only a quick jaunt away from the kitchen, the place where he desperately wished to get to so he may eat the last bowl of Wheaties before his "Camera Man" brother could get to them. God he hated the Camera Man, always talking about getting "paid". It made him sick. But he WASthe only person who would actually acknowledge he existed without trying to murder him.
Melvin stepped into the kitchen to see his brother, eating the cereal right in front of his eyes. The GALL of him! How DARE he eat MELVIN'S Wheaties! This meant war, and Melvin made sure the Camera Man knew this.
"This means war!" Melvin shouted in his unusually girlish voice.
"Mhm," The Camera Man stated with a mouthful of Wheaties. "Thull bef the day," The camera man continued, still chewing on those Wheaties.
"I'll show you the full power of my wrath!" Melvin screeched, storming off into the next room before remembering he was hungry. "After breakfast, I mean," He added, sitting down with a bowl of Bran Flakes, his second favorite cereal.