I awoke to someone pounding on my door. I groaned and sat up, stretching, already knowing who was on the other side of the door.
'I'm awake, Ms Felds!' I shouted and the knocking ceased immediately. Ms Jennifer Felds is our maid and we had a mutual agreement together when we first met. The agreement's simple really; I don't disturb her and she leaves me alone. Our relationship is very distant right from the start. When we met, I had no delusions of us being close friends and neither had she. So, the agreement was formed.
You're probably wondering. Why do we need a maid? Well, our parents are never home and they're scientists. They should know that a five and three year old brother and sister couldn't take care of themselves. One thing leads to another and soon, Ms Felds came into the picture.
I got out of bed and took a quick shower. I put on a pair of white shorts and red shirt. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I nodded in satisfaction and went off for breakfast, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact with the ghosts all the way. In all the years, I've learnt that if I ignore the ghosts, they'll ignore me. And, to be honest, I'm perfectly fine with that.
At the dining table, Sophie was already there munching on her breakfast, which seems to be bacon and eggs. And she was practically devouring them. No surprise there. There's a thing that you should know about Sophie Reverly, she eats like a starved wolf, tearing into her breakfast like a predator tears open a prey. I shuddered at the image that popped into my mind.
'Hey Soph.' I greeted as I sat down, stomach rumbling as the smell of my breakfast wafted into my nose. She looked up at me, grunted in reply and went back to devouring her breakfast. Another thing about her is that she says about four sentences every year. If you would have just met her, you would think that she was mute.
Another thing, even though Sophie dresses, looks and acts like one, she really hates it when people calls her a goth. Like me, her eyes are pitch black and could make people tremble when she just stares at them. However our hair colour are different. While mine was so blonde that it looks white, hers is a complete opposite. Her hair is the same colour as her eyes. All black. And with a combination of a pair of black pants and sweatshirt, she looks more goth than ever.
'You two are going to the bank after breakfast.' Ms Felds said as she exit the kitchen. Sophie's head snapped up to stare a Ms Felds but she merely lifted an eyebrow at her. Sophie scowled and slumped into her seat. Ms Felds is one of the two people immune to Sophie's stare but doesn't stop her from trying. The other person immune to her stare is yours truly and I tease her about it all the time.
'Fine, we'll take the bus.' I said, trying to avoid a possible arguement coming up. Oh, how I've wished that I had argued more. Well, as they say, you can't change the past.