Today was the day that Aunt Carrie was going to go out with my enemy's father. He had called her in the morning to say that they wouldn't be going for lunch but for dinner now. And the thing I found the most disturbing was, who in their right mind would willingly wake up in the morning at 7 am on a freaking Saturday? Apparently, Mr. Eric Hunter.
Aunt Carrie was still excited and was bouncing around in the house when I had woken up at 11 in the morning, like any normal person would do on a Saturday. But I still felt like it was early.
"Stop smiling, you're making my eyes hurt." I whined as I drowned my face in a bowl of cheerios which were doing a shitty job at cheering me up.
"Aw, lighten up. You should smile more often too. It wouldn't kill you." She spoke as she poured herself another
