Status: Completed
I Am Invincible
Three
I woke up with a headache and an empty stomach. I also noticed it was dark outside, seeing as the blinds in my bedroom were still open. I picked up my phone and checked the time. The glowing numbers on the screen read 8:36pm. Oh great, I’ve missed dinner.
My stomach growling, I threw my phone onto my bed and made my way downstairs. In the kitchen, I spotted Jack a.k.a my father’s best friend, raiding our refrigerator.
“Dude, don’t you have your own food at your own house?” I asked pointedly. I noticed Jack had jumped a bit when I started speaking, and I grinned.
“Yeah...but stolen food is always so much better,” Jack replied with a huge smile as he straightened up with a large plate of tonight’s lasagne clutched in his hand. “Yum, I love lasagne.”
“No freaking way are you going to eat that. That is my food”
“Mm... sucks to be you. I’m eating it!” Jack said cheekily, and then pushed me aside to exit the room.
“I really hate you!” I yelled at him, and then wandered over to the fridge to find something to eat.
I grabbed cheese, lettuce, tomato and some chicken meat from the fridge and some bread from the pantry in order to make a sandwich. After throwing everything onto the two slices of bread, I roughly cut the sandwich, chucked the two halves onto a plate and sat down at the breakfast bar. I took a big bite and slowly chewed. I concentrated on eating, only for the reason that I really didn’t want to think about anything else. Including...him.
But of course, he managed to manoeuvre his way into my thoughts anyway. I still haven’t figured out what the hell it is I feel about him (seeing as I fell asleep instead of doing that “serious thinking” I’d been planning to do). It frightens me. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way and it’s making me go insane. Stupid Zach. He’s ruining my life and I’ve only just met him.
I hit myself on the forehead in an attempt to “beat” him out of my thoughts, but that only made my head sore. I groaned, and then picked up my empty plate and placed it in the sink. On the way out of the kitchen, I tripped over the leg of one of the bar stools and bashed my hip into the corner of the table.
“Owwww!” I yelped, as mom and dad came into the kitchen. Dad burst out laughing (he’s such a charmer, I really don’t understand why so many people like him) and mom hit him on the shoulder, then looked at me, concerned.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I mumbled and made my way out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as I flopped down on my bed after closing my blinds, I fell into a deep, thankfully dreamless, sleep.
My stomach growling, I threw my phone onto my bed and made my way downstairs. In the kitchen, I spotted Jack a.k.a my father’s best friend, raiding our refrigerator.
“Dude, don’t you have your own food at your own house?” I asked pointedly. I noticed Jack had jumped a bit when I started speaking, and I grinned.
“Yeah...but stolen food is always so much better,” Jack replied with a huge smile as he straightened up with a large plate of tonight’s lasagne clutched in his hand. “Yum, I love lasagne.”
“No freaking way are you going to eat that. That is my food”
“Mm... sucks to be you. I’m eating it!” Jack said cheekily, and then pushed me aside to exit the room.
“I really hate you!” I yelled at him, and then wandered over to the fridge to find something to eat.
I grabbed cheese, lettuce, tomato and some chicken meat from the fridge and some bread from the pantry in order to make a sandwich. After throwing everything onto the two slices of bread, I roughly cut the sandwich, chucked the two halves onto a plate and sat down at the breakfast bar. I took a big bite and slowly chewed. I concentrated on eating, only for the reason that I really didn’t want to think about anything else. Including...him.
But of course, he managed to manoeuvre his way into my thoughts anyway. I still haven’t figured out what the hell it is I feel about him (seeing as I fell asleep instead of doing that “serious thinking” I’d been planning to do). It frightens me. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way and it’s making me go insane. Stupid Zach. He’s ruining my life and I’ve only just met him.
I hit myself on the forehead in an attempt to “beat” him out of my thoughts, but that only made my head sore. I groaned, and then picked up my empty plate and placed it in the sink. On the way out of the kitchen, I tripped over the leg of one of the bar stools and bashed my hip into the corner of the table.
“Owwww!” I yelped, as mom and dad came into the kitchen. Dad burst out laughing (he’s such a charmer, I really don’t understand why so many people like him) and mom hit him on the shoulder, then looked at me, concerned.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I mumbled and made my way out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as I flopped down on my bed after closing my blinds, I fell into a deep, thankfully dreamless, sleep.
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