CHAPTER ONE
There it is again, the screaming, those blood curdling screams that send shivers down my spine. It's getting worse, each time it happens i feel closer and closer to passing out. Closer to finding out what it is, but i know i wont and never will.
"Sky! Breakfast!"
That was my mom, Marlean. Calling me downstairs to start a new day, a new year... of highschool. On the upside i'm in Grade twelve and this is my last year of school then i'll be free, until university of course, which for the record i am not looking forward to. But on the downside this will be my most gruelling year for exams, which again for the record i am not looking forward to.
On my way downstairs i start feeling dizzy. I think it's side affects from how bad the screams are getting. When i get to the kitchen the dizziness had almost gone away, when it comes back again. This time it's not from side affects though, it's from my moms awful cooking. This morning she's made bacon and eggs. Pretty easy huh? Well not for my mom. From what i can tell, she's burnt the bacon which has made it crumble into a million pieces. She has also under done the eggs so much that there is no yoke left in the eggs. And from the lack of steam coming off the food, everything is cold.
"Mom why don't you let me cook from now on?" I ask with a sarcastic look on my face.
Luckily i got my cooking skills from my dad who is at the moment away filming his new cooking show "It's delicious with Derek." Strangely enough he's been away for almost four months and not one show has aired. I'm not worried though, he's always said "cooking takes time, sharing it takes more." In this case sharing it is filming a show.
"Because i want to practise." Replies my mom with a hint of both jealousy and anger in her face.
"Ok." I say laughing. "But i might start going to Jessica's for at least one meal a day."
Jessica has been my best friend since before i can remember and unlike my mom, hers isn't half bad at cooking.
I see a small smile but it's gone as quick as it came. I can tell she's hurt.
"Sorry." I say quickly and sympathetically so she knows i mean it. "I know your sensitive about your cooking."
"It's ok, it's hard not to be living with two five star chefs."
That's what she calls us, my dad and me. Five star chefs. Because she thinks someday we will open and run a five star restaurant and be the most well known chefs in Canada.
As soon as i force my last bite of breakfast down i hear a honk. It's my friend Ean. He was the last one out of him, me and Jessica to get his license. But he is the only one with a car so he drives Jessica and me to school everyday. I quickly run upstairs and throw on a sweatshirt with my school logo and my favourite pair of skinny jeans. I also stuff my cell phone and some lunch money into my bag then i run back downstairs, kiss my mom goodbye than run outside and plop into Ean's car, out of breath.
"Didn't forget about me?" I Ask with a smile.
"How could i?" Ean replies with a laugh.
Well there it is. Hope you like it.
PS that is not the whole story, more will come out soon...promise!
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