Chapter 3- Breakfast

I yawned and got up, crawled out and put the board in place. 5:30, no one would dare get up on a Saturday.

I stumbled, (groggy, from lack of sleep on a bed.) I grabbed my book on the coffee table and say on the couch. Feet over the edge, I got to my spot.

I am reading, Hunted, A House of the Night book. Book 5 to be corrected. I was barely in, sadly. I've read a lot of books (none that deal with my former Everafter comrades) Like;

Wicked Lovely, Melissa Marr
Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling
Gallagher Girls, Ally Carter
Heist Society, Ally Carter
Inkheart
Eragon
The Hunger Games…

Great, I'm thinking about all the books I've read.

(I mean really? I know I'm boring, but not that boring)

I put the book down. No way can I focus on Zoey's screwed up life. (Poor Vamp.) I mean, I would love to read about how cursed she is in love. (oh Zoey…) Great, I'm doing it.

AGAIN!

I let out a sigh and walked over to one of the very tall, very larger, stack of books.

101 things to do if you end up in Oz, A Troll's Secret Life, A Thousand and More Wicked Witches, Magical Curses, Spells, and Jinxes, a MUST know!, ect.

I pulled out one of the very, VERY few normal books.

Breakfast for 2 and More! A book of recipes for Breakfast!

Seriously? This book has a stupid title. First, you can say 'Breakfast for All!' Or something stupid like that. Second, I know it's a book about breakfast. It says that on the cover. What idiot wouldn't know that?

My thoughts thought of Puck. Could he really be that dumb? I shook my head. If I knew that, I'd be rich.

I walked into the kitchen and flipped to the back. I looked down the index till I found…

French toast!

Easy enough. I flipped to the page and read down the ingredients. I walked to the fridge and looked inside.

Weird, abnormal, freakish…

We had absolutely NOTHING normal! I sighed, and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and copied the list. I shoved it in my pocket, grabbed my wallet, (it's hiding in the fourth cupboard, back behind the purple sugar.)

I grabbed the keys off the hook, walked to the living room, pulled on my shoes and walked to the car.

I got in and started it. There was a loud pop, and smoke came out.

STUPID CAR!

I pulled the lever into reverse and backed out.

Yeah, I'm 14, yeah I don't have a licenses, but I was alive when cars came out. I know how the stupid things work, (maybe from Jake, but I can't say.)

I drove down the street to the nearest store, sadly Wal-Mart.

(Did you know Wal-Mart is going to take over the world? And yes that also makes me sound crazy.)

I was probably waking up the whole, stupid, tiny town, (Yes that makes me sound like Sabrina, but really? I've lived in this down for AGES!)

I looked through my mirrors and saw… "Shoot!" I cursed.

I pulled to the side of the road. Crap.

Cop.

Crap, again.

This car probably brought a lot of attention. Granny decided she HAD to keep it. I could have taken Puck's, but it's a mess, as usual. Jake lives with his wife Briar, (after a certain wish with a certain fairy.) And Sabrina's…

Did I want to face the wrath of Sabrina Grimm?

Heck no!

I looked out my side mirrors, and sighed in relief. It was Hamstead. He came back, (I really don't know why. If I got out I'd NEVER come back. Yep, oh sweet faraway thoughts.) He came to the window, which I had rolled down.

"Relda Grimm, this car is a complete…"

He looked up at me.

"Red?" He said, bewildered.

I nodded.

"You aren't old enough to drive?" It sounded like a question so I shook my head.

"I'm going to have to tell…"

"NO!" I yelled. My voice surprised me.

Me!

Shy, scared, talks to herself, Red

. Hamstead looked just as bewildered.

"Please don't. No one was up." I said pleadingly.

"I don't know…"

I looked at him.

"Fine, but no more driving."

I nodded. He tipped his cap and I drove off. Get to Wal-Mart.

As I walked into the stupid store, people gave me weird looks. I looked down at myself, CRAP! I was in black PJ bottoms, and I black tee shirt. I probably had bed head.

Yep, life just LOVES me.

I kept walking, grabbing the stuff as quickly as possible. I checked out and drove back.

Pissed.

My life sucked. Today was… Well it wasn't an 'I'm the best; 'Cause today is rocking!'

I pulled into the drive way and hurried in. No one was up. 6:15, Granny would wake everyone up and 6:45, she really doesn't care if it is a Saturday. And well… I got to work.

At 6:45 I heard Granny hollering and doors opening. I smiled, victorious. I had made a normal breakfast. I hadn't just done French toast, but there was bacon, orange juice, and regular Maple syrup.

Grannies walked into the kitchen and stared at the table, were my food laid.

"Red, dear, did you make this?" She asked.

"Yes, Granny." I smiled. She smiled back.

Next to walk in was Puck, followed by Sabrina and Daphne. They sat down at the table and stared at my food, as if it was poison.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sadness and worry filled my voice.

Did they hate the surprise?

"It's okay, I guess." Sabrina said.

Sabrina! She always liked normal food. Puck looked sad.

Daphne glared at the food. "I wanted Granny's food."

Oh that's it!

"Do you have any idea?" I said, my voice shaking with anger.

Daphne just turned and glared at me. "And do I care?"

Little snob! She's acting like this because I went to see the movie.

"I woke up and 5:30 in the freaking morning!" I said, my voice rising. They looked surprise. I just realized, I never yelled, or even spoken like this. Still anger filled me.

"I bought this, brought it back, made it, I had people give me weird looks, got caught, and YET YOU RESUME TO ACT LIKE A BRAT? AND SABRINA!" I screamed,

"I MADE NORMAL FOOD TRYING TO GIVE YOU A FREAKING BREAK. HEACK I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE IT! And Puck," I turned on him, "I THOUGHT MORE OF YOU!" Tears ran down my face.

"Red?" Granny asked.

"NO! Make your food for them, let them be stupid, bratty snobs, that never care what others think!"

And with that I grabbed the keys off the counter and walked out.

"You can't drive!" Daphne yelled.

"Oh yeah?" I yelled, "Watch me!"

And with that I ran outside, kicked the car, and got in. I turned the keys, and to my surprise, no sound. I pulled out and drove. Farther and farther. The anger in me got worse.

I was mad at Daphne, Sabrina, Puck, even Granny for not telling them to shut up!

But the person I was mad at the most is… Me.

Yep, that's how Red's story goes. Daphne pissed, Sabrina mad, Puck... Puck...

-SLChick