Mercury POV
I awoke to a lively house on Wednesday morning. Everyone seemed to be scurrying around aimlessly. As if they were a bunch of headless chickens. They were rushing from place to place in order to fulfill their tasks.
While youngsters ran amok in the halls, the omegas were busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Despite this, neither my father nor my sister has yet to come down for breakfast. Which seems a little odd. Because they were always the first ones to arrive at the table when I was cooking their meals. Never mind that they've never made a pleasant comment instead of a sarcastic one.
But now that the omegas have returned to their customary duty in the packhouse. I'm not sure who I should give credit to. To be honest, I have to.
However...
I returned home from school
