Breakfast
I watch out of the corner of my eye my friends looking at me as I eat. Some smiled and others were disgusted. I smiled back at them as if I haven't noticed that the way I eat is a bit...messy but I am use to it. Many people wonder why I eat so much and they simply get an answer that it is because I am really strong I need some food to give me twice as much energy. However not many people know it that I worry eat; when I am worried I eat, not scared not sad but worry. When I wake up in the morning, the first thought comes to my head is are we going to face cronus again and would one of us make it through it today? That question always causes me to worry which makes me want to have breakfast...a lot of breakfast! That's the same with lunch and dinner!
I guess only one person understood me...my granny. I love her so much! She sees right through my muscle and sees the fragile boy within me that's worries a lot! I guess that's why she got me the car, when I am in it I can drive as fast as I can away from my worries not having to think about anything else but the road! I carry on eating my 11th pancake as I know very soon Cronus would be up to no good!
