I awoke with a start, hoping, praying something wasn't on fire. Luckily, there was no scent of smoke in the air, but something still didn't feel right. It was a certain neuroticism about me that wasn't shared with any of my siblings; still debating whether it's a good or bad thing.
I'm also trying to figure out a way to say this without sounding narcissistic: I don't think my family would have lasted without me. God, I should probably explain that.
My sister Catherine might be physically older than me and technically an adult, but she might be a little too reckless for my liking. There's my younger sister, Carla; not much to be said about her other than she's like a carbon copy of Catherine; only a lot more mischievous and clumsy. I mean under the right guidance, Carla's a good person, but she likes to gravitate to Catherine, like freaking twins.
Speaking of twins, I should probably mention my youngest of siblings, Mary and Jamie. The two are polar opposites, in a good way. There's a nice dynamic between the two. The girl, Mary, she's excitable and just pleasant to be around, and her brother, while quiet and slightly high strung, manages to make up for that with his own maturity. Although, I wouldn't trade any of them.
I'm off the tangent, aren't I? Sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah, I just woke up.
I left the room, grinding my feet against the carpet for warmth. I swear, it's summer and it's still freezing in the morning. Ambling slowly across the house until I noticed my older sister graced us with her presence, albeit in a rather unannounced way. She was passed out on the couch in a curled position, with her legs hanging over the edge of the couch. I figured she arrived late at night, and my theory was confirmed by the clothes thrown around the room.
Sighing to myself, I simply picked up the clothes and went about my morning.
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Of course my previous hunch had to be right. Mom and Dad were gone for only one day, and the impossible happens. Story of my life, I guess.
I had a great day going for me: summer just started (my favorite season), and a new shipment of books was supposed to come in today, with my name written all over them. No, I don't find it the least bit immoral to read any of them early... as long as I don't spoil it for anyone else.
Off topic, again, sorry. My mind's still a bit... blown, like everything I knew about biology, physics-- reality was thrown out the window.
I'm still being cryptic. Well, I should be blunt: my little brother and youngest sister shrunk to half an inch. Yeah, I'm not kidding. They f*cking shrunk; sorry, again. They allow one f-word per PG-13 movie, right? Just felt it was worth noting.
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They were right there in the palm of my hand, literally. Two tiny children nestled into the fleshy bits of my palm. They snored peacefully, clutching each other for warmth. It was definitely cute, but that wasn't on my mind. They looked so peaceful, yet they don't know what happened to them I need to ease them into this.
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