Sibling Feuds
Chapter 2: Kay vs. Aaron vs. Garet
"Garet?" Kay whispered as she peeked into her brother's bedroom. "Garet?"
"...ngg...what?" was the muffled response.
"Time for school, honey! And pillows are made for heads, not mouths, dear."
"...got it, mom..."
"Okay then. Brush your teeth and come down for breakfast."
"...okay, mom."
Kay quickly closed the door and set off for her brother Aaron's room.
"Aaron?" she whispered after opening her other brother's door a crack.
"Mommy?" Aaron whispered back, half-asleep.
"Yes, it's me. It's time for school, dear. Tomorrow you can sleep in."
"School?"
"Yes. Now go and brush your teeth."
"Mommy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Can I sleep in for a minute or two?"
"No, honey! You're late! And don't forget to come down to breakfast again."
Kay then went to her parent's room.
"Mom? Dad?" Once again, in a whisper.
"Kay?" her dad asked.
"Isn't it time for work?"
"No, it isn't, dear. Today is the holy day of Venus." her mom whispered in reply.
"That's tomorrow, Mom. I think you're late."
"Okay, okay. I hope Dora doesn't get mad at me again." her dad said.
"Okay then. I'll fix breakfast!"
She crept down to the kitchen to see Garet and Aaron waiting.
"Good morning, guys."
"Good morning, Kay." Aaron muttered.
"Morning." Garet echoed.
"I think it's my turn to make breakfast. What do you guys want?"
"A big omelette with lots of bacon." Garet said sleepily, then yawned.
"Pancakes." Aaron muttered.
"Oh, boy..." Kay sighed.
"Omelette!" Garet shouted.
"Pancakes!" Aaron shouted.
"Omelette omelette omelette omelette omelette..." Garet repeated over and over.
"Pancakes! Pancakes pancakes pancakes pancakes..." Aaron shouted over his brother's voice.
"SHUT UP!" Kay yelled. "I'll make omelettes, pancakes and bacon. Just, please! I don't want another headache! Mr. Hilborn will have my head!"
"Fine!" Aaron said.
"Fine..." Garet grudgingly assented.
"Very well." And with that, Kay started making the pancakes.
"I can't believe we have school today! Mrs. Bernstein is so unforgiving! And I have to have her today!" Garet complained.
"Well, she couldn't be any worse than Ms. Shaw! She acts like we're supposed to know advanced calculus! And I'm only in grade SIX!" Aaron whined.
"Mrs. Bernstein had me do a 16,000 word essay on the wonders of Alchemy!"
"Ms. Shaw made us do...something. All this crap about trangles and right angles and ratios. Stupid."
"I only had one day to do my essay!"
"Ouch. But Ms. Shaw assigned me THAT," - Aaron guestured at a pile of books stacked not-so-neatly on the wall - "and told us to finish it all last night! How am I supposed to carry all that?"
"Yipes! That's your homework?"
"Yes! I don't get any of it!"
"I heard from Isaac that we have to do a research project about the origins of Adepts."
"That's easy to answer, they come from their mother's wombs."
"Ha! But Mrs. Bernstein won't take that. She'd probably want a lengthy explanation on the development of babies during their gestation!"
"Ouchies."
"Here you go!" Kay interrupted, setting plates of food before them.
"FOOD!" Garet yelled before stuffing his mouth. Aaron, on the other hand, ate politely, chewed slowly and used the napkin once in a while. Mr. and Mrs. Jerra came down the stairs, took their places at the table and began eating. Kay started eating too, but finished quickly and set her plate down at the sink.
"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Yes, there is a staff meeting! Seriously! Bye Garet! Bye Aaron!" Kay called, then shut the door quickly. "Whew! Kay, you are a genius!" And she bounded up the stairs...
...and into Garet's room. "Now, where is it..." She looked through piles of clothes, some armor and in his closet. Finally, she stopped at the flowerpot. It was empty. Innocent. Or was it? She reached her hand in and pulled out its contents. A book came out with a peculiar title: "Garet's Dairy". How did this guy pass Grade Eleven? He can't tell the difference between Diary and Dairy! she wondered to herself. Oh well. Now, for Phase 3...
A botched attempt at a cliffhanger ending! Well, I hope you like! (Which is unlikely, but I can hope...right?)