Hi! This is just a story which I came up with when I was bored but I decided to publish it anyway ;) It's the first longer story which I wrote in English so there may be some mistakes but I hope that at least some of you will like it :) This is just the first chapter so it's pretty short

Crunchie cookie girl

I really loved vacations. And more precisely – the beginning of each day. Really. You open your eyes and the first thing you realize is that you don't have to go to school and your mom wouldn't run into the room, shouting at you because you're late again and nobody would try to get you out of bed…

"Eragon, wake up!"

Except that was exactly what my sister Saphira was doing right now, standing by my bed and screaming her head off.

"Saphi, please…" I tried to mollify her. Not very successfully.

"What 'Saphi'? What? Don't 'Saphi' me!" she said, sounding offended.

"I have vacations…"

"You can as well have. It's fine by me" she cut me off again. "But vacations or not, you can't sleep all day long"

"But it's like eight" I protested.

Saphira snorted with obvious pitifulness.

"It's noon already" she informed me. "And we have a meeting with the rest of the gang in an hour, so you'd better hurry"

I really wasn't in the mood to get up. And it really couldn't be that late. So I covered my head with the blanket and turned around, so that I was facing the wall, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, Saphira didn't seem to be giving up that easily. With one swift move she took the blanket from me. I groaned and very slowly and lazily opened one eye. She was standing here with my blanket in hand and usual mocking half-smile on her face. I sat up and she threw the blanket back at me.

"I hate you" I announced when I finally managed to remove the blanket from my head.

She was already by the door and she turned around with a grin on her face.

"Sleep or lack of sleep, you still love me" she said, winking.

I threw the first thing which came in hand (which just happened to be my pillow) at her although I knew that I wouldn't manage to hit her. I was right – the pillow bounced off the door and landed on the floor. I picked it up and glanced at the clock. It showed 12:03 which apparently meant that Saphira was right. And that we really had very little time left to get ready for the meeting. I quickly jumped to my wardrobe, pushed the door open and grabbed the first set of clothes I could find. A minute later I was already running down the stairs.

The house was pretty silent which was quite unusual. Mom must have already left to her office. She was working as an architect and had her own small company. And a lot of work. Always a lot of work. And our dad, who was a sailor, came home once per three months. That was probably why both Saphira and I learnt to take responsibility for ourselves a long time ago and we were doing just fine. And that was probably why there was such a strong bond between us. Even if it may seem funny, I would really call Saphira my best friend. She was a good older sister. We hardly ever argued (not counting squabbling over the choice of a movie to watch in the evening) and she even helped me with mathematics which I didn't understand at all. And no matter what anyone was thinking, I preferred it this way.

I exactly knew where I would find Saphira probably due to a very tasty smell coming from the kitchen. I was right – she was standing in front of the cooker, frying pancakes. She was certainly in a good mood, singing something under her breath.

"Excited before the meeting with Thorn?" I teased her.

I was referring to one of our friends who Saphira had a crush on. Of course it wasn't like she was going to admit it. I had nothing against Thorn, I really liked him, maybe slightly less his hair colour – he decided to dye it red and even if Saphira thought it looked cool, I didn't. Nevertheless, my teasing was rather an act of revenge for the incident with the blanket.

She shrugged and murmured something which very suspiciously sounded like 'idiot'.

"I don't know what you're talking about' she said. "If you want more romance in your life, find yourself a girlfriend or buy a good romantic novel rather than try to act like a matchmaker for everyone around you. Or make us a coffee."

I shook my head at the unexpected change of subject. If there was something Saphira was particularly good at it was with no doubt being sarcastic.

"I was serious" she said from the cooker. "Start with this coffee already or you won't get any pancakes"

"Oh, you wouldn't…"

"You know I would" she cut me off. "Now hurry up"

Murmuring some not very flattering things I opened the cupboard and took out two mugs. But before I could even start with the coffee, Saphira interrupted me.

"What time is it?"

I looked at the watch and cursed. We had about four minutes before the bus to Nasuada's house and the next one was half an hour later.

"We're leaving" Saphira commanded looking for her bag "Now"

Of course Saphira already had her driving licence (I somehow couldn't bring myself to get one) but our car was currently in repair after a very nasty incident with two bunnies. Did I mention how I hated when our car was in repair? It was like chasing the time – you never had enough of it and you were always late. You couldn't even eat breakfast in peace.

"But my pancakes…" I tried to argue. "It wouldn't really make a difference if we were a few minutes late."

"That's what you said two days ago" Saphira reminded me. "And the time before that. And…"

"Okay, okay" I put my hands up in defeat. "But then I didn't have pancakes with chocolate to eat"

But Saphira was staunch.

"It's not my fault you didn't get up earlier. And we really don't have time. If you don't stand up now, I'll leave without you" she threatened.

I gave my pancakes last sad look.

"Screw it" I thought.

And then, not thinking much about it, I grabbed the plate and ran after Saphira.