Our day is quite interesting. My family has a big house with 4 bathrooms, personally installed. The boys insisted I get a bathroom to myself. The one near our rooms are shared between all of us for an emergency, but it technically belongs to Alex, Damien, and Felix. The other bathroom is for Matt and Zane. In the morning, we all have a... Different schedule.
Matt is up at 4:30, to clean around the house and make a big breakfast for the rest of us, since our parents have the night shifts. Matt is kind of the head of the household.
After him, Alex is up at 5:30 to help him. Even though he is the middle child, he LOVES cooking and often makes pancakes for breakfast. They finish around 5:45, in which they wake up Damien and Zane. Felix had told them to let him sleep in until 6:30. They let me sleep in too, because they know I am angry when I'm tired. Around 6:35, one of the boys comes in and sets a coffee down on the bedstand next to me. The smell has me up by 6:37.
Walking to the bathroom, I can hear the boys downstairs eating breakfast, while Felix is taking his shower. I always found it weird, taking showers in the morning. You have to get up earlier, and it's hard to wake up. Either way, that's Felix's decision.
I begin to look around for my backpack, in which I found in... Felix's room? I don't remember putting it in there, but I throw it down the stairs like I do every morning. Walking to the bathroom, I trip over some old shoes that belong to Matt. It's not that I wasn't paying attention, I just didn't see them.
Finishing brushing my hair, for some reason I dropped my comb 4 times. It was strange I was so clumsy today. It wasn't really like me but I just brushed it off.
"That's odd..." Before my day gets any weirder, I go downstairs to look for my backpack. I grabbed my coffee and walked downstairs to see hash browns, pancakes, and eggs on everyone's plates.
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"Morning Anya, how did you sleep?" Flipping a pancake, Matt exclaims
"I slept great, and good morning to you too. Hey does anyone happen to know where I put my backpack yesterday?" The five boys all look at me confused before Damien points to the stairs, in which my backpack rested on the last step.
"Anya, are you okay?" Alex asks. "You throw your backpack down the stairs every morning-" Before he could finish, my coffee cup falls to the floor, breaking and splattering coffee everywhere on the floor.
"Woah! Cleanup on aisle stair!" Felix yells from the top of the stairwell, receiving a chuckle from everyone but Alex
"God, I am so sorry. My hand just went really numb for some reason. It's been happening recently, I've just been.... Off."
"Ok, well I am booking you a doctors appointment for tomorrow afternoon," Alex said, tossing the paper towels to Felix.
"No, I'm fine. I was out all week, maybe I just need sleep." Taking a paper towel, running it across the floor, I responded.
"Sure, whatever you say. But I still think you should go to the doctor, just to check it out." Matt said putting the pan in the sink.
"Fine, let me sleep today, and if I still don't feel good, we will go the the doctor." I take a bow, putting one foot in front of the other, with my arms out-streched. "Happy?" Before I could get up, everyone stands up and starts clapping and whistling. Rolling my eyes, I grab my backpack and head out the door, loosing my appitite for food. Before I could get far, Damien grabs my arm pulling me inside.
"Where are you going? Its Saturday." Saturday, no its Thursday...
"No, its Thursday. What are you talking about?" The boys sneak glances at eachother.
"Okay sure, lets pretend it's Thursday, why would we all be up at 10?" Matt said.
"And why are none of us in our uniforms?" Damien exclaims, taking me to lie down on the couch.
"Plus, you know I would never let you miss school to sleep." Matt pulled out the phone. "I'm calling the doctor."
I don't know what happened after that, but I'm pretty sure I fell asleep. When I woke up, my parents were next to me and I was in a hospital bed.