I just thought I'd publish what I have of chapter 2 :)

Chapter 2The Lethargic Shrew of the Morning.

The sun rose steadily the next morning, allowing pink and orange flecks dot the faint blue sky.

My window caught the first light and angled it directly into my eyes. I stubbornly kept them shut, refusing to welcome the new day.

Gripping my blanket tightly, I possessively pulled it over my head and hugged my pillow.

I'm not exactly sure how long I stayed like this, but I'm guessing it was only a few minutes, right? It was still early, I could sleep.

I heard the sharp creak of my door opening and steady footsteps approach my lethargic form.

"Matti, wake up" A voice said. I think it was dad but I'm not really sure; my ears don't work this early in the morning.

"Matti, get up" it called again, a more forceful tone in the demand.

Begrudging opened my eyes. Yeah, it's dad.

"Sod off" I grumbled into my pillow, pulling my blanket up further.

"MATTI, GET OUT OF BLOODY BED"

That got me up.

Jerked awake in hock by his sudden change in volume., This sudden movement caused me to become one with the blanket and fall to the ground in a tangled heap "BLOODY –ARGH!"

My head hit the ground with a dull thud, softened by the feathery doona.

I pushed and heaved inside the doona-ry cocoon, attempting to break free, only to find myself even more tangled.

"Oh, stuff it" I decided, and with one last shove, I lie still. If I had just a few minuets of silence, I could easily drift back to sleep.

"Language Matti" Dad scorned.

"Mmm" I mumbled, shifting lightly to get more comfortable.

"What are you doing?" dad enquired. I could almost hear the smirk take place on his lips.

"Slee-eping" I yawned.

He chuckled affectionately, "Only you could fall off your bed and still be asleep"

I heard the rustle of the blanket moving before I felt the chilling morning air of my partially stale room swarm me, I whimpered and hugged my pillow tighter still.

"Matti, you've got to get up" dad pleaded, trying to conceal his frustration. Ahh, he new well, don't piss off the sleeping lion, especially if the lion is a metaphor for Matilda Reid.

I suppose if I were a nice person, I'd get up. If I were a good hearted person, I wouldn't put my dad through the difficult task of waking me up. But hey, I'm a sleep-deprived woman thrown out of bed and into a cold abyss without as much as a warning, what do you expect?

"Is someone dead?" I mumbled uninterestedly.

"Wha- no"

"Is someone dying?" I continued.

"No?"

"Is there a giant meteorite coming to destroy us?"

Dad glanced out the window briefly,

"Uh...not that I know of-"

"Then I see no reason to get out of bed" I concluded.

"But Mattie-"

"Sod off" I growled, swiping my hand in the direction his voice was coming from, in vain attempt to hit him. But instead, my hand collided with the corner of my side-table. I winced in pain as the tender flesh of my hand slowly changed to a redy-purple. My senses were all alert now and I knew I'd never get back to sleep.

"Fine, I'm up" I sighed, heaving off of my semi-comfortable floor.

Now that I was fully awake, I could smell the scent of the freshly cooked bacon sizzling down stairs as it floated around my room – teasing me.

"Mum made breakfast" it wasn't a question, so much as a statement.

Without waiting for his reply, I shot up and thundered downstairs. Naturally, my foot caught on the second last step and I lost my balance; falling to the ground with my hands out in a vain attempt to protect myself. How could I have even fallen from there? I mean, it's the last step so you're practically all ready on the ground anyway…

Clambering back to my feet, I charged into the kitchen and took my seat at the table.

"About time" mum laughed, "Hitler hath no fury like you in the morning, I swear"

I grinned, "If dad told me you were cooking bacon and eggs, I would have been down years ago:"

"I'd like to see that"

The kitchen was filled with the sound of the bacon popping in the pan and it's… smell floated idly in the air. I was practically bouncing in my seat as mum started pilling our plates with the colourful array of food.

As she placed my plate in front of me, I immediately dug in. I wish I was one of those people who could eat slowly and savor every bite of the salty bacon and kind-of-fluffy eggs, but sadly I not. Yeah, woe is me and all that jazz. So by the time dad was handed his food, I'd already waffled down half my plate.

"Steady there girl" dad chuckled, biting into his own meal.

I grinned toothily at him, showing the half eaten bolus in my mouth. He shut his eyes quickly and whipped his head back and forth, as though he were trying to rid the sight. All the while muttering something about 'wrong baby in the hospital'

When I'd devoured every editable substance in reach, probably even some of the paint of my ceramic plate, I sighed. Sinking into my chair as it all digested.