I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I felt my eyes water as I smacked my head on the wall.
"Good morning, Beauty Queen. " Phoebe smirked, "My mum wants you to go and make breakfast now. You know what will happen if you don't. "
"I'm going, I'm going. Shoo Phoebe. " I replied
"You don't scare me, Neville. " Phoebe rolled her eyes
"Just leave so I can go make breakfast. " I yawned and Phoebe grinned knowing that she was the only thing keeping me awake
"Okay, " She skipped off
I slapped my cheeks, trying to stay awake. Standing up, I got dressed. After that I stumbled down the stairs to make breakfast for my second cousin and her daughter, Phoebe.
I grabbed a couple of eggs and a few other ingredients. I got a skillet too. I quickly put together some French Toast as I listened to Phoebe and Victoria, my second cousin, get ready for the day.
I couldn't wait until Phoebe left for school and Victoria left for work. Then I'd have the house to myself, without ridicule. I was eleven, but Victoria didn't want me to go to school, she was ashamed to have me in the house. She would disguise me as a servant whenever Phoebe had friends over. Not that she didn't already treat me like one.
Soon little eight year old Phoebe jumped downstairs and into her seat at the table. I slid a plate in front of her. She grinned at the smile on her French Toast. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"I made that special, just for you. Don't just stare at it!" I grinned at her
Even though Phoebe and Victoria treated me like a servant I still doted on Phoebe in the simplest manners. She pretended to hate it, but I knew she loved it.
"What if I don't want French Toast, Neville?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow
"That, Phoebe, would be a miracle." I raised my own eyebrow
"Whatever Neville," She rolled her eyes and began shoveling bites into her mouth
I chuckled to myself then sobered up when I saw Victoria come down the stairs. She glared at me and Phoebe coughed quietly.
"Where would my breakfast be? Neville?" Victoria demanded
"Right here," I handed her a plate with an omelet, toast, yogurt, and a peeled orange
"Good," Victoria sat down at the table and ignored me