"Look who finally came out after days of locking herself in the room doing god knows what..." What could be more unpleasant than hearing her ear- voice early in the morning? If only I could sew together with needle and thread. URGHHH

I sat on the dining table, picking up a sandwich on the table.

" And who exactly said you were eating this for breakfast?

I looked at her, obvioulsy discombobulated by her words "Then what do I eat?" I asked

"You can have the biscuits on the table" She pointed to the table casually. "I bought it for our baby Yoongi weeks ago, but he didn't like it. And I felt that throwing it was a waste, so you can have it if you want."

"But I ate most of it! I was too hungry so I ate it last week..." Uncle Pete declared.

"Huh?" The amount of confusion in me rose.

"What do you mean by 'huh'? Don't forget that it is still from us. Our money. our food. It's your choice whether to take it or leave it.Ungrateful brat." Wow. Now I could only eat leftover biscuits? What the hell!

I walked to the table and grabbed the tin of biscuits. When I opened it, what was left was a couple of pieces, with some crumbs. I could only eat what's left, and endure the starvation until noon, still not forgetting the fact that I didn't eat for days.

"YOU STINK! GET AWAY!" Yoongi shouted at me. WHAT? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAME CLOSE TO ME! AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO GET AWAY FROM YOU? HOW IS THAT EVEN LOGICAL? But I still got away from him after shouting at him mentally.

"I'll go take a shower now..." "By the way, I'll be going to school soon. I've been finding a music school to get myself in, and I finally found one."

"And who's going to pay for the fees?

"Oh don't worry, I'll go get a part time job to pay for for my school fees."

"I don't care what you're gonna