The sun was rose in the east of the city, the local roosters of the nearby farm crowing to wake up every citizen in the houses and in the apartments. Some had already risen before the roosters crowed, using their time to exercise to early in the morning while others had yet to wake up from their slumber.

At the edge of the city, a brown, two-story house stood tall, an alarm ringing in one of its' bedrooms. A tired arm was raised and dropped to turn it off. Once the noise was gone, small snores from three children replaced it, filling the room with least noise as possible.

That is, until their mother kicked the door open.

"WAKE UP, YOU LAZY-BONES!"

"GAH!" the eldest daughter fell out of the top bunk bed. "Ow~"

"Mom!" the youngest son whined as he woke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "It's so early..."

"Shut up!" Their mother snapped. "It's 7 o'clock! You're all going to be late for school!"

"Okay, Mom," the middle child sighed and stretched. "We'll be down in a minute..."

"Good." Their mother left the room.

The youngest flopped on his bed. "Do we have to go to school…?"

"Yes, CJ," the daughter sighed. "You should have slept in more when you were younger. Told you that you'd miss it after high school,"

"Boo!" CJ huffed. "High school sucks, Angel! How do you and Bryan do it?"

"Some of us don't whine about it," Bryan snorted and folded his bed.

"…Well, I know you do," CJ rolled his eyes. "Angel, though- oof!" A pillow hit his face.

"Quit your whining and get your clothes," Angel huffed.

"Fine…" CJ grumbled and searched his clothes drawer.."Bryan, I can't find my uniform!" he complained. 

"Have you checked your wardrobe?" Bryan raised an eyebrow.

"Too lazyyy!" CJ whined. "Check it for me! You're older!"

"Fine-"

"Bryan, get my uniform from my wardrobe!" Angel ordered, grabbing her towel and toiletries. "And I need me and CJ's beds made too!"

"Why don't you guys do it for once?" Bryan questioned. "I always make the bed for you guys, so Mom doesn't get upset,"

"It's just the beds!" Angel argued. "Besides, it's your turn to do all the bedroom chores today!"

"Might as well be my turn every day…" Bryan rolled his eyes but went on to oblige to his siblings' orders.

It didn't take long for Angel and CJ to be all dressed up and ready for school. They descended down the staircase for breakfast with their bags around their shoulders.

Their mother greeted them with a tired smile, watching them set their bags on the couch and approach the dining table. She looked around. "Where's your brother? Don't tell me you two dumped all of the bedroom chores on him again." She frowned.

"Hey! We don't do it all of the time, Mom," Angel defended as CJ munched on his breakfast. "I did the chores yesterday,"

"Angel, I know how Bryan makes the bed," Their mother pointed out. "Bryan has been making the bed for weeks. You need to make your own bed, and you need to teach CJ to make his own bed too,"

"Can't Bryan teach him?" Angel groaned. "CJ is a handful,"

"Am not!" CJ retorted. "You're the annoying one!"

"No arguing in front of food please," Their mother shook hed head. She glared at her daughter sternly. "Angel, as the eldest, you should teach CJ how to make his bed. You can't keep putting the burden on Bryan just because he's older than CJ too,"

"Fine." Angel scoffed. "But if CJ doesn't get it, Bryan teaches him."

"Fair enough," Their mother sighed and nodded.

Meanwhile, Bryan was finishing the chores in the room. He was already dressed up in his uniform, and his bag was already prepared, hanging by the rack, but he still took it upon himself to finish making the beds before heading downstairs. It was exhausted, having to do this every day, but he didn't particularly mind.

It was better than Angel and CJ fibbing to their mother that he was lazy, like she had done for the past few years.

At long last, he was finished. He sat on his desk to rest. He glanced at his desk and smiled at the pile of books by the left side. He grabbed one with a bookmark and placed it at his front before he began to read.

He chuckled and flipped through the pages. Ever since he was a child, Bryan had a love for books about the different histories of the world. He could memorize almost anything and everything on the history books he read. His love of history had grown into a hobby, and even his father had noticed it, suggesting that perhaps one day, he would want to be a historian and study about the past, the legends, and the tales of each country.

It wasn't a bad idea. In fact, he had strived from that suggestion, collecting and borrowing as much history books as possible.

It was probably the best career option he had. In school, he wasn't the brightest kid. He couldn't understand Math, he would fail Science, and he would get wrong grammars in English.

When it came to History, however, he was the star student. He knew the answers before the teacher could even discuss it, even correcting the teacher at incorrect statements.

He hummed, looking through the book he read before closing it. He placed it back with the pile and sighed, looking out through the window. Unfortunately, his love of history overtook him, and at the age of sixteen, he had read majority of the history books in his city. Even the librarian was impressed that he had managed to read every history book in the city library to the point where there was nothing interesting left to read.

"I wish there was something new to learn..." He hummed. "But…" He sighed. "I guess I have to wait a while when something happens to the world. Maybe a few years," He chuckled and grabbed one his history books to place in his bag before he ran out of the room to head down.

Downstairs, their mother was washing the dishes, looking surprised as Bryan finally came down. "What took you so long, Bryan?" She demanded. "It doesn't take long to clean the room, does it?" She huffed.

"Sorry, Mom, I was distracted," Bryan apologised, sitting at his seat.

"He was probably reading one of his boring history books again," CJ snickered as he laid on the couch.

"They're not boring, CJ!" Bryan frowned.

"Yes they are," Angel sided with their little brother. "Bryan, you need to read something else! Like fantasy books or something!"

"Do mythology books count?"

"No! That still has history!' Angel groaned. "Man, why do I have the worst and most boring brother in the entire city…"

Bryan shifted in his seat and began to eat quietly. Their mother glared at Angel. "Angelica Gonzales! Don't say that about your brother!"

"But am I wrong?" Angel asked.

Their mother crossed her arms. "You're grounded, Miss. Hand over your phone." She held out her hand.

"Argh! So unfair!" Angel scowled and stood up, reluctantly giving her phone. "When I go missing, I need my phone."

"I know, so you're getting this one." Their mother gave a flip phone. "Good cell service, so you can still message and text."

"But that has no games! And it looks ugly!" Angel stuck out her tongue.

"You have access to messages to us and to your friends, like what a phone should do."

"Fine!" Angel grabbed the flip phone.

"Good," Their mother chuckled and wiped her hands before heading out to start the car.

Angel watched her leave with CJ following. She glared at Bryan and flipped his dish onto his head, the food spilling on the ground as well. "Clean that up, history nerd." She huffed and walked out.

Bryan stared at the spilled food, waiting for his sister to leave. He slumped his shoulders. "Why does she hate me so much…?" He sighed and bent down to pick up the food to clean up.