I awoke to the sound of yelling downstairs, which was a normal occurrence. This large household comes from divorced parents. Honestly, I think we get our fighting gene from them.

There's a small ache in my leg, causing me not to move from my bed. I don't want to get up yet; it's early. It is way too early. I turn my body to face my window, which is away from the door. It didn't help with the shouting. I sighed and closed my eyes against my cold pillow beneath me.

I rested thoroughly for a solid two minutes before my sibling stomped and slammed my door open with a loud bang. A groan fell from my mouth as I rose from my slumber. My hands rubbed my tired eyes harshly, and I looked at my brother, Lucas, dead in his eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked, agitated. Lucas pressed his lips together and walked his way closer to my messed-up bed. He gazed at the ground all the way up to my face.

"Could I have your leftovers from yesterday? Please!" Lucas pleaded nicely, which was abnormal. I stared at him and his short form. Did he expect me to say yes after he just woke me up? I puffed angrily.

"No. Depart from me, you abnormally uncanny hound." I stated loud and clear. My brother stomped his foot on the tiles.

"Whatever! And don't call me that, it's weird." Lucas stomped a final time and shut my door with a loud bang. I slumped back into my covers and sighed. I can still hear his stomps down the hall.