The morning broke warm and bright over the sands of Egypt. Malik Ishtar sat up in his bed and
yawned. [another long day]he thought to himself miserably. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his hair was more disheveled than usual. Malik got dressed hurriedly and went into the kitchen where his sister, Ishizu, was already making breakfast.
"Malik," she greeted stiffly. She was apparently still mad at him for ditching work at the museum last week. But it wasn't as if he had WANTED to work, Ishizu made him help her out (with little pay, might I add).
"good morning, sister!" Malik said in an obnoxious sing-song voice, "I can see that you're just as excited as I am to start the day!"
"don't mock me, young man!" Ishizu snapped.
Malik let out a harsh laugh.
"young man? What happened to me being, as you so equolently put it last week, a f***ing moron?"
That was pretty much when Ishizu lost it. Her screams of "-can't believe I took you back in-!" and "I swear I will kill you if you don't get out of my sight-!" went on too long for Malik. His short attention span couldn't handle rants that went past five seconds, let alone one that was sure to go well over half an hour. So, after tuning out his sister for ten whole seconds, Malik got up to leave.
"MALIK ISHTAR WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Ishizu raged.
"To the museum, that's where i have to be isn't it?" Malik asked scornfully.
Ishizu looked ready to explode. she was turning bright red, fists clenched, and she was trembling with rage.
"you know what? No! You're not going to work today! I can't bare to see you and you've driven me up the wall! Just, just go to your room and stay the hell away from me right now!"
Malik put up his hands in a sign of surrender, and backed slowly into his room. He pulled out a notepad calendar from under his pillow.
"and a check-mark for Tuesday..."