The lost kingdom

As I descend the stairs, I spot my mother's furious expression. "Damn, I'm late!" I mutter an apology, "Sorry, mom, I'll hurry with breakfast." I nod slowly and continue down the stairs. I hear my mother's voice from the kitchen, and I know that she expects a timely breakfast. I walk into the kitchen and see her standing over the stove, cooking up some bacon and eggs. "So, you're late," she says, her voice filled with a hint of disappointment. "Yes, mother, I am, and I'm sorry." I walk over to the refrigerator and take out the butter to add to the frying pan. "That's alright, honey, I'm almost done with breakfast," she says gently, her tone soft and understanding. My mother smiles and finishes cooking the bacon and eggs. She places the food on a plate and sets it down in front of me, "Thanks, mom," I say excitedly, feeling the anticipation and excitement of the day to come. heading out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Have a good day, mother," I say, my voice full of excitement and anticipation. My mother looks up from her reading, a cheerful Loand loving expression on her face. "You too, my dear," she says as I walk out of the living room and into the foyer. I peek through the window, a smile playing across my lips as I see Alex standing in the garden. He's smiling a warm, gentle smile, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement , joy wash over me. "Who's he?" My mother asks, leaning in close to get a better look out the window. I look back at her, feeling the butterflies in my stomach filling me with a sense of anticipation and excitement. "That's Alex ...he's my boy-" I pause I know telling my mum that her only son is bi would be tough on her, I shut my mouth and give her a smile. He's my best friend;" I say softly, trying to hide my lie. I give her one more awkward smile before going out the door towards the garden where Alex was. I run towards Alex, wrapping my arms around his body and hugging him tightly. "Hi...I missed you," I say softly, my voice filled with emotion and excitement. Alex wraps his arms around me, returning my hug with equal force. "I missed you too," he says, his voice filled with affection and joy. I pull back from the hug and look up at him, my eyes filled with a sense of purpose and determination. I can't control but look at his beautiful face.he has been my best friend for over 4 years he knows everything about me. Hey "I muster up the courage to say the words' ', he smiles. His smile is the most precious thing in this world. He kisses me With a flutter of my lips on his. I break the kiss when I hear my friends coming, even though they know we're dating it still feels a little weird to kiss infront of them. He's blushing and looking down on the pavement, good thing not a lot of people live around this area as it is reserved for the forest department workers and their families. My other friends, sheon, who's a Japanese transfer student, ha ron also a Japanese transfer student and finally my childhood best friend "Kevin" . Ron's dark, black hair has always been something I've admired about him. The way it falls seamlessly beneath his ears, framing his face and accentuating his beautiful, big eyes is something I never tire of admiring. But there's something else about his hair that I absolutely adore — it has a hint of red in it, a subtle yet pronounced shade that highlights the natural beauty of his hair and makes him look more masculine, yet still boyishly cute. His dark hair with a hint of red is like a special, secret feature that I find myself noticing every time I look at him. Sheon dark hair has always been something that I've found unique and charming. The way it falls seamlessly beneath his ears, giving him a softer and more feminine look, is something that I find endearing and cute. I love how his hair frames his face and accentuates his big, beautiful eyes. But one thing I notice the most about Sheon's hair is the hint of yellow in it, a subtle shade that adds a touch of warmth and warmth to his soft, dark hair. This little detail always catches my attention, like a special little secret that only I get to admire. Kevin's dark hair has always been a thing of beauty. The way it falls gently onto his shoulders, framing his face and gently accentuating his lovely, big eyes always captivates me. I love seeing the warm shades of yellow and red mixed into his lustrous hair, giving it an almost magical look. But one thing I admire most about Kevin's hair is how it always seems to be moving, like it has its own little world of movement and life. His hair is like an extension of his personality - always alive and vibrant, always ready to show off its beautiful colors.