Chapter Two

As I thought, my meal is a disaster. Eating it will only mean one thing, suicide. So, what should I do right now? Oh, boo~ I don’t really have a choice, do I? ‘Cause between my father’s hopeful and cheerful face, and my poisonous meal, I know I really do have to eat this thing.

And oh god! What’s with this taste?!

“Is it yummy Dacey?”

Urghh... there are two meanings with the word *urghh. First, this thing is totally poison. Second, I hate it when dad calls me by my real name…. I mean, Dacey? What kind of name is that?

Chapter One

Have you ever wonder why fairy tales always have happy ending?

Maybe it’s because the one who made them were lack of love?
Or, lack of wisdom?
Or… even lack of sanity?

Well... nope! All of them were just lack of imaginations.

Wincing with pain from both of my legs and my neck, I tried to open my eyes. Boy, I must have a terrible sleep habit. I could feel my entire body right now is full of pain. And… since when my bed has gotten this hard?

"Melonnnn.... oo, Melonnnnnn.... MELONNNN!! Oi shitty Watermelon, could you just hurry up?! You’re late for school right now!"

Oh god! What was that?! *thud!* Oww! My head hurts. I must hit something behind me, something that’s hard, and white, and has flush…. And slowly, I open my eyes again. Great. I really do have a bad sleeping habit. I mean, who else would forget that they’ve entered toilet, and then they asleep on the toilet bowl? Well, that’s me. Hooray for me. Yeah, I know. It’s a bad habit. Pooping while sleeping, or, was it sleeping while pooping?

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

"Yeah?"

"Oi Watermelon, have you done with your business yet? Hurry up, or I’ll leave without you.”

“Daylan, please stop call me Melon or watermelon, okay? My name is Meloony…”

“Yeah whatever. Anyway watermelon, I've got some good news for you..."

"Meloony! It’s Meloony. ‘Kay, what is it?”

Daylan is my brother, my stupid twin brother. He’s been annoyed me since, well, he was born. I’m already on my way brushing my teeth. I must do it at light speed. God knows what’ll happen if I am late again. I mean, I’m already in my senior year and I’ve been late for so many times already. Gosh. What have I been thinking? I must repent myself. I must not sleep while pooping. I must not sleep while pooping.

"...dad already washed all your clothes this morning. And he is done with other house chores, including preparing your meal too. And guess what? It’s your favourite one. Aww... aren’t you glad?”

"That’s all? Whatever Daylan, I don’t care. Now could you just go and leave me alone.." and then it hit me, oh man! Dad has been doing house chores?!

This is not good news! Not good! Not good at all! Because dad doing the house chores, is like the natural disaster! I remembered last time dad washed my clothes, they end up being unrecognised anymore. He mixed up my bright in colour clothes with the white ones, and he washed my expensive silk and cotton clothes with washing machine.  For the house chores, instead of helping me, he ends up causing me more trouble. Lastly, I really hate him doing my meal. I mean it. Sometimes, I didn’t even know what I’m eating. Well, it’s not like I hate him doing the house chores for me… no, I’ve change my mind. I hate it.

And I hate my brother too.

"Stupid Daylan! Don’t just come and report to me! Stop him next time, alright?! And… oh, wait Daylan, how come dad can found all my clothes? I remembered I hide them already somewhere in my bedroom..."

"Oh, I know. You hide your smelly and dirty clothes in your closet, praying that dad never found them in there. That's why I handed them to dad this morning while you were still in toilet, personally. Aww… I’m really nice, right?"

Nice my arse!

"Why do you have to be so mean? You do know I hate dad giving his ‘little help’ in doing house chores! It’s still early in the morning and you’ve already messed up with my mood? Why can’t you stop teasing me Daylan?”

"Yeah right, early in the morning? It’s already nearly eight o’clock. And please don’t tell me you haven’t showered yet. Cause if you haven’t, I wouldn’t even let you sit on my motorbike.”

I’m just about to wipe my body with wet towel and change my clothes when he said that. You can’t blame me. Here I am, trying to be a model student. I can’t afford wasting my time with taking a shower and scrubbing my back with some sweet scent soap and body lotion when I’m already late for school, can I?

"I’m finish with bathing. Wait for me for a while, I’m going to take my bag."

"Are you sure you’ve showered?"

"I’m sure I’ve showered.”

"Cause I can’t seem to smell your soap in here.”
“It’s odourless.”
“Oh, right.”

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