I opened my eyes to see my older brother's eyes boring through mine. Okay, so what is happening? Of course, I did what was right at the moment -- I screamed.

After my mommy lectured my older brother, she prepared pancakes. Yay!!! 'Pancakes for my tummy, pancakes for my tummy' I sang. Then mommy handed our plates with the pancakes cut into different shapes, mine was a kitty while big brother has the boring circle-shaped pancakes. "Here honey, the chocolate!", mommy said then handed me the syrup, which I almost made my plate overflowing with it. After I filled my little tummy with mommy's yummy chocolate-chip pancakes. Yay! It was so very yummy.

When I finished eating my pancakes, I hurriedly run to my room to change my clothes because of the sticky feeling from the syrup. Well, you see, my big brother aka the devil, threw me some of his pancakes then steal mine. That went on and on until mommy saw the messy table from the war we had behind her back. She was really mad that I imagined smoke coming out of her nose. Don't tell mommy though. After showering for like the shortest I ever had, I was running for my dear life like the devil is going to get me but it was only because I was going to be late!

My parents don't want me to carpool with my friends or even with my brother, I don't know why. Finally minutes later I arrived, my school and was able to stick my foot between the door before it was closed. I let out a little yelp since my foot is small and the impact was strong. "Sorry..." I said sheepishly to my science teacher, Mr. Greene. He is a very strict and a perfectionist. What I hate the most from him were the longer assignments and nerve-wracking exams. "You're late again. What have I told you Ms. Giuliani, education and success need a lot of time. This was your last time or you'll go to the principal, understand?" He glares at me, words dripping with hatred and then walks away not even waiting for my answer. "Yes, sir." I squeaked. My dam of tears is overflowing and I'm sure everyone could see it, but I won't let one tear drop. I want to be a strong woman who stands for herself, but again this is myself so probably, that won't happen like ever. I received a lot of pity stares from the room. I was the most sensitive after all.

Once I asked my friend, 'Do you think I will mature?' and she answered, 'Probably… wait-- definitely no.' Though it's okay because this is who I am and I'm too busy daydreaming fluffy teddy bears, candies, unicorns, oh and cotton candy! I'm lazy to act mature I could do it like later. I only act mature on special occasions, most of the time you would find me being planted on the couch as a potato. Then yeah school ended whilst I was still staring at nothing until I finally snap back to reality by my dear classmates. They were moving my teddy bear's hand that was patting my nose and cheeks. They cooed at me probably to make me laugh because of what happened earlier. They were really nice like they didn't treat me like I am a weirdo. I happened to drop one of my studies so I quickly grabbed Mr. Teddy and give him kisses and say said sorry too. I love my stuffies. They have names you know, but I could probably fill a whole page with how many beers I have or stuff toys. I went home, did my assignments, then change my clothes into my cute heart neckline baby blue night dress that reached my knees. I don’t sleep with the lights out because I get scared every time and would stay up all night. So, mommy thought that I should have a night light! It was very pretty with stars showing on my bedroom walls when you turn it on. I slept and dreamt of pancakes and kittens.