Butterfly Wings
I woke up to the smell of delicious repulsive pancakes (128), fatty sizzling bacon (58), and orange juice (112).
"Katherine! Come and eat! And will you wake up Madeline and your brothers?" my mother called.
"Okay!" I would come down, but I would not eat. Eating is for the weak and without will. I was not weak; I was strong. I opened the door next to mine, Maddy's room.
"Maddy?" I tapped her shoulder. She flopped on her other side. I tickled her like we did when we were little. She giggled and opened her eyes.
"Mom made breakfast. Go eat!" I laughed with her and followed her out the room, but when straight to Aspen's room. I walked up to him and whispered his name in his ear.
"Aspen. Aspen. Aspen." He shifted and started mumbling, while I fled the room to wake up Adrian.
"I might even be a rock star! I might even be a rock star!" I screeched in Adrian's ears. He woke up screaming. I skipped downstairs and took the plate my mother had set out for me and dumped it in the trash. I left a pancake, no bacon and about a sip left of orange juice. After that, I covered it with the trash beneath it.
"Hey, honey! Did you eat?" asked Dad.
"Yup. It was delicious! My compliments to the chef." He smiled.
"What are you going to do today?"
"I was going to go to the mall with Lia, today." I replied honestly. I wasn't lying this time.
"All right, be safe." He called as I hurried up the stairs. Adrian and Aspen were slowly trudging down.
I changed into a floral skirt and pocket tank. I curled my black hair and pasted my face with powdered beauty. I slipped on a pair of beige wedges.
"Bye, everyone! I'm leaving! I'll be back around 10." No answer. I climbed into my black Porsche 911 Carerra and drove to Lia's house.