Elena.

For some unknown reason, my brother pulled me out of bed early and practically forced me to get ready. This meant I had plenty of time to get scolded, and eat pancakes before heading off to school.

"Elena, you are punished," my mom said, crossing her arms. I chewed my pancake without realizing it, pouring quite a lot of syrup into each bite.

"You already punished me, remember," I countered, taking another bite. My mom narrowed her eyes, her perfect eyebrows drawing together as she looked at me. I swallowed, looking at my father for help from the inevitable.

"You know dear, she is not at fault. I don't...