THURSDAY, FEB. 6th
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
I glared daggers at the blasted device even after I had turned it off quite violently. Why did it have to be so loud? Couldn't it just be enough to wake me up? It doesn't take much!
I lazily shifted so I could see the table. Sleepily coming up for a name, I dubbed it 'Romance Central.' Another rose. A dark purple stuffed spider. The vase was filled with heart shaped ice cubes.
Really, I was more interested in the new aroma that invaded my senses. Kind of like...waffles, maple syrup, and orange juice. But that can't be right. My parents never get up early enough to make a decent breakfast, and I refused to let them hire a butler or maid. So it couldn't be...unless secret admirer guy!
I hopped out of bed and ran downstairs, not caring if I was seen in my nightgown with bed-head hair. I tore down the stairs and leapt over the railing to get to the kitchen. I scurried to the counter where a black tray held the breakfast food and a small vase of lavender. A tiny card next to my plate indicated that this was, indeed, my food.
I smiled and nervously took a bite. Screw consequences. Some guy made me breakfast. That's worth some serious brownie points! The waffles were fluffy, the syrup had to be foreign (because American syrup could never taste this good), and the orange juice was fresh. Like freshly squeezed oranges. Delicious.
A grin from ear to ear was plastered on my face as I got ready for school. I greeted the boys at the corner in a cheery mood, and they exchanged nervous glances.
"Are you alright, Sam?" Tucker asked. Danny nodded worriedly.
"I just had, like, the GREATEST breakfast of my life," I stated with a contented sigh.
"That's cool," Danny beamed. Tucker winked again at him.
"Dude, what's with the winking?" I inquired.
"Winking?" Tucker and Danny questioned at once. They looked at each other and winked as obviously and obnoxiously as possible.
"Ha ha ha," I dead-panned. We quickly arrived at school, and Danny continued to act like a gentleman, which I took as his new normal behavior. When we arrived at my locker, I was greeted with a cool origami book. Creative. I like it.
Soon, it was that time of the night where I had to go to bed. And I nearly wanted to get up and see what else had arrived in the morning. Nearly.
