Written to the Prompt, pure and simple, Breakfast

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Breakfast is always hectic here. What with the Three growing boys and The Giggly gaggle of girls, One or another is have some one or another over. And it don't mater when. This house works that way, you bring friends over when ever you want and they do what the rest or the family had planed. The only stipulation: if a friend comes, you still do what was plan. You don't get to skip out. Most of us learned the awkward friendship breaking way. We plan things to go our way. And we've never gotten punished for trying to skip out we just all HATE to get in trouble. My problems stared in 9th grade when I stared bringing friends over. For some reason I always felt as though my parents didn't like me doing what every one else did. Like I wasn't worthy to not have to ask to bring people over. It hurt me. It needled me for weeks, distracted me to such a level that my B-Average grades started to slip. This is another thing my parents can't tolerate, falling grades. They pull you aside and gently tell you that you need to make up this assignment or take the upcoming point boost. This time, however, my parents took me on a walk through the 5 acre woody parcel of heaven behind our huge farm house. They told me that I needed to pick up my grades or I would be in trouble. This wasn't un-normal save for the fact the stern voice they spoke in and the threat of punishment. They'd never done that, to any of us even when little Sue got her first hair crimper and almost set the house on fire. They just worried that we were all safe and made frantic call to us all when they got home to find the fire department parked in the drive way. No mater was we were, school, class or out with friends. But now with me they talk tough and threatened. When we were back in the house, I slunk of to my room to wonder. What had I really done to un earth this side of my parents? I didn't under the seeming dislike for my bringing over friend and I couldn't understand were the stern reaction from my parents had come from. I wouldn't for weeks to come, but when I did it would astound me.


It was a rainy Tuesday. The rainiest of the week, like the sea had opened up above our heads and wouldn't stop until we all drowned. That week, many did. Our town was built for earth quake resistance not flooding, and so our crops died and our engines plugged. School stopped, the classrooms flooded the doors bending under the pressure of the water waiting to get in. Like the mob of children's press on the doors of a new toy store on opening day. Most of the majority of the houses in mid-town were flood beyond living conditions and the displaced people were sent too other houses, and that's when my life changed. The sent to me my angel.

My life changed the day the sent me from my flooded home to the Di'angel house up on the hill looking down on the town. I'd heard of them, but I'd never met any there of there children. Strange really, with the number of them. They were in every school system now, the primary, elementary, Middle and High school. They grew a lot of the wheat that I used for my baskets. They used no pesticides and grew the plant on hard work alone. A very upstanding family. The kind most parents told there children they could look up to. And most of us did. I did, the oldest one fascinated me and when I met him I new I was lost, lost to him. My angel.