STELLA’S POINT OF VIEW

>THE NEXT MORNING -TUESDAY<<

I was preparing breakfast when Megan’s alarm went off again,for the hundredth time, and I rolled my eyeballs irritatingly, because I’ve gone over to her room numerous times to wake her up, but she’d only mumble a few words and end up falling back to sleep.

‘Well, she’s had enough sleep!’ I thought angrily. I banged my spatula on the counter, turned off the gas, took off my apron, and marched towards her room in a fit of rage -fake rage though -I laughed mentally as I imagine myself being a giant cartoon character, and I’m leaving trails of my deep footprint...