I shivered as the cold wind blew through my mysteriously opened window. The think blanket on my back provided me no warmth.
It was the dead of winter, which obviously meant it was very cold outside, so cold, that you could feel it is your bones. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, yet no sleep came.
Eventually I sat up and reached for my robe. After putting it on I stepped onto the floor.
Oh! Boy was it cold. I shivered once again before making my way downstairs.
"Lizzie! Get down here or you cereal will get cold!" My mom yelled to me.
Cereal? Get cold? Right.
"Coming I'm coming!" I yelled back.
I sat down once I reached the table and stared at my food. Cheerios! Again.yay.
"Why is it so cold in this house mom?" I asked. I was still shivering from the cold.
"Because the heater is broken your father." she replied.
Oh great she said "your father". This can't be good.
".was supposed to fix it, but of course, he didn't." she continued as she looked towards my dad.
"He looked up and rolled his eyes. Oh great! That was my sign to get my butt upstairs before yet another fight broke out.
"Um.guys, I think I am gonna go get ready for school." But, my words were ignored. I stood up and hurriedly made my way to the stairs once again. As I was walking Matt was coming down.
"Again?" He asked. I just nodded and kept going, Matt turned around also and made his way back to his room.
I walked into my room and shut my door. "Here we go again." I said to myself. "Yet another day in my life."