This is the start of a story of a person who-

"Hey come down already! It's time for breakfast!"

As I was saying this is-

"What are you doing?! It's time for school!"

"I get it! Just a few more minutes!"

Now where was I...

'This is a story about a child who has too many imaginations and loves to puke out a perfectly good meal and-'

"SIS!"

'Love to hug his teddies when he go to sleep and-'

"SHUT UP, I GET IT!"

Let me explain, the right now smirking black haired girl in her 30's is my big sister who is currently jobless and is helping our dad with the chores, she's already finish university now and is actually smart, has great manners and very sociable and kind *cough*nottoherfamily*cough*.Sure she seems perfect the way I just describe her but the thing is..

"Here you go" said my sister by blood while holding a black substance that look like a flatten pancake with oil splattered on the plate with a sweet but nauseating smell.

".....What is this?" I said with a clearly confused expression.

"Eggs you can't tell?" said the maker of this disaster and possibly no definitely my source of food poisoning.

" I need to get to school soon though,p so I'll pass.." I said while looking at the clock , skillfully dodge the poison the witch has given me.

"Ok, be careful!"she said with a smile which has a hint of sadness as she wave goodbye.

So in short she is a terrible cook as you have witness that, you may say that it is only a burnt food or just some small mistake but I assure you I am not mistaken ,like the time she made us dinner two days ago which look like gooey, transparent coloured soup which she called *curry*.It cause a lot of pain in my stomach, so bad that the toilet was my companion for two days!Although it did give me an excuse to stay out of school.

This problem could be resolved if my sister would actually get a job but her personality is really bad, one time she actually said that her boss was incompetent just because he forget to fix a computer, I mean seriously sure he could have fix a computer all by himself, I mean it's not that hard to fix a broken cpu but still rude much and I can cook a lot better than my sister could but she use the excuse of me being underage!

........ And I just blabber to an imaginary audience in my head.

Well I can't blame myself ,I do have this habit since I'm a kid of giving details of any situation and surroundings including mine but this is useful for writing a wikipedia of my own not to mention stories based on reality ,who knows maybe I'll describe my adventures and will be known throughout the entire world!or not.

"Ah hey there son! You're going to school huh?" said by a familiar looking man in a quite cheery tone while riding a bicycle bringing me back to reality as my face grew restless of my fantasies.

This skinny, tall statured and plainly dressed man is my father, he although look quite young is actually around 50 years old but if you look closely you can see small wrinkles around his eyes, he also has a brown hair colour which is quite different from me.Did I forgot to mention my hair is actually in a rare white silver colour similar to my mother's?.Anyway he's a typical average father who looks after me and my sister. He also has the warmest smile I ever seen.

"Yup, oh and be careful of the devil eggs back home! I'm gonna cook for lunch after i come back so bear with it ok?"

" hahaha, well just promise me you come back soon ok?" said my father laughing wholeheartedly

All I did to response him was with a big grin as I wave goodbye.

At the time I didn't think of anything but what food because I didn't know what was gonna happen in the near future.