I woke up to the sound of something being thrown and a loud yell of, “Pantura!”

I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed my knife from the nightstand. Better safe than sorry.

I opened my door slowly and made my way down the stairs.

I followed the voices and they lead me to the kitchen. Two men were standing around laughing. One, I couldn’t recognize and the other I did.

“Uncle Mike? What the hell are you doing here?” I said and both men turned to me.

“I live here and why do you have a knife?” He asked and raised his eyebrow at me.

“I heard a crash and I thought it was a burglar.” I said as I folded my knife.

“Oh, and a little seventeen year old girl with a knife was going to help?”

“I can cut you right now if I wanted to.” I spat, getting a little annoyed.

Everyone thought that since I was so small that I couldn’t do any damage. But man. I know how to work a knife.

“Oh really? Then go for it.” Mike challenged and I smirked.

“Okay.”

I quickly got my knife out and begin to throw at Mike but stop at the last minute. But, Mike thought I was really going to throw it because he ran behind the unknown man.

“Haha!” I laugh. “You really thought I was gonna throw it at you! It’s not even open.”

“Whatever.” Mike mumbles and I watch him as walks passed me and into the living room.

I turn back to the unknown man and see that his eyes are a little too low on my body.

“Um… excuse me?” I say while I wave my hand in front of his face, making him jump.

“Oh, sorry man.” I apologize. “I just wasn’t aware that my eyes were down here.” I say and gesture towards my chest, causing his face to go red.

“S-sorry.” He mutters and looks down at his feet.

“It’s fine.” I reassure. Eh, this isn’t the first time I’ve caught a boy looking at my boobs. I decided to let this go. This time…

“But, staring is rude.” And with that, I walk up back up to my room.

I close the door behind me as I walk in and make my way over to my duffel bag and get out my glasses. The contacts I’m wearing are starting to irritate my eyes. I like wearing my glasses better, anyway. And since I’m going over to the bathroom, I take out all the things that I will be keeping in there. Toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, medication, ect.

I go over to the bathroom and turn on the light as I enter. I walk over to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking in all sorts of places. My eyes were a bit red, due to my stupid contacts. Oh, ew. I had a bit of dried drool on my right cheek. Did I really go downstairs looking like this?

I sigh and start taking out my contacts, putting them in their little case. Before I out on my glasses, I take out my blue hairbrush and start brushing out the little knots. After I got all the knots out and my hair was back to its original wavy state, I put my glasses on. I turn the sink on and get a small rag from the rack to my side and wet a corner. I bring it to my cheek and start washing away the drool.

After I was done with everything, I looked at myself in the mirror again. This time I looked… decent. Better than I was, at least.

Sighing again, I take my bag that I had all my bathroom things in and started putting them where they need to be.

My medication, lotion, perfume, and my small make-up collection were put into the mirror self. My toothbrush and toothpaste were put at the corner of the sink. My body wash and shampoo and conditioner were put in the shower, obviously.

I look around the room, feeling satisfied with how I ordered things. Then I remembered. I have to take my medication.

I open the mirror door and take out the orange bottle. I twist the cap and take out two pills. I put them in my mouth and turn on the faucet, taking a hand of water and drinking down the pills. Ugh. I hate the taste so I take another drink of water before turning it off and returning the bottle to its spot.

I bet you’re wondering why I have to take medication, huh? Well, did I tell you I have depression? No? Oh, well, now I did. It’s not that bad thankfully. Just most days are harder than others.

I turn off the light and walk out of the bathroom. My stomach growls and I realize that I haven’t eaten since breakfast.

I shouldn’t eat. I’m fat enough. But, what would my mom say? She’d say that I’m not fat and that I was beautiful, just the way I was. That’s why I stay strong. I stay strong for her. So, I eat. Not too much, though. Only breakfast and dinner. Maybe a few snacks in between.

So, I walk out of my room and down to the kitchen.

I go over to the fridge and see what they have. They have, well, everything. I look around and spot some frozen burritos.

Feeling in the mood for burritos, I take them out. But before I could even set them on the counter, Mike comes running in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?!” He yells, making me jump.

“What does it look like?!” I yell back.

“Nooo! Those are MY burritos! They’re for the munchies.” He says and snatches the burritos from my hands.

“Hey!” I yell but all he does is hunch over and gets real close to my face.

“Mine.” He whispers and runs off towards the stairs. A few seconds later, I hear a door slam and I distant yell of ‘mine’.

“He’s such a child.” I laugh to myself. What’s he even going to do with them? They have to be put in the freeze- you know what? He can do whatever he wants, even if it’s a bit weird.

I turn back to the fridge but yet turn back when I hear my name being called. I look over and see that guy from before. Hm. I never got his name.

“Maxine?” He asks again.

“Max. Call me Max.” I say to him.

“Oh, uh, okay. Max?” He says rather awkwardly.

“Yes?”

“I-I just want to say sorry again. You know. For staring…” He trails off.

“Don’t worry, um, sorry, what’s your name?” I ask.

“Uh, Tony. Tony Perry.” He answers.

“Well, Tony Perry, how about we just forget about that little incident?”

“Really?” He asks a bit shocked.

“Yeah. You seem like a cool enough dude. But the next time I see your eyes somewhere they shouldn’t be, you’re gonna have to deal with a stab in your back.” I say and take out my knife.

Of course I was joking, but I don’t think he knew that. His eyes went wide and I saw a hint of fear in them as he watched the knife.

“I-I promise I won’t.” He says, still looking at my knife.

“Yeah, you better not.” I chuckle and put my knife back in my pajama’s pocket.

“So. Where’s Vic and Jaime?” I ask him. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit when I said Vic’s name.

“Vic?” He asked, clearly confused. “You call your dad by his name?”

“Well, in my eyes, he is not worthy of such a title.” I say and just looks even more confused.

“Listen, it’s a bit personal. So, I’d rather not talk about it.”

He nods his head but I can tell he’s still confused.

“Okay, well, they went off to Taco Bell not that long ago. They should be back in maybe… twenty minutes?” Tony says.

“Good. I’m starving and Mike took away my food!” I yell so Mike could hear me. He did and I heard his door open.

“Munchies, darling. That’s all I’m gonna say.” And with that, he goes back into his room.

I turn back to Tony and see him looking at his feet.

“So.” I say and he looks up. “Want to watch a movie?”

Notes

Still short as hecky decky.