Hm. No pancakes for me then. Never mind. I never liked pancakes anyway. Or this pancake day lark.
I watched in silence as all the other children enjoyed their pancakes that the people at the orphanage had so lovingly prepared. Pancake day is the ONLY day when the children actually get up and run downstairs to breakfast, for once happy to start the day.
Being blind in my left eye meant I was unable to see very well and very often children would push and shove me over. And I would always be late to breakfast, pancake day or not.
On this particular day however, there were no pancakes left. Or any breakfast left for that matter. The teachers didn’t seem to care. They never did care much for me anyway. I was seen as the weakling, the one who most likely will never get adopted.
“He looks like a freak, with that blind eye”
“One blue, one white….creep”
“Aster is a freak”
“Stupid kid. Poor kid. Doesn’t get any pancakes today!”
I ignored them all and stood up. It wasn’t time to go to lessons but what did I care? Anything is good, as long as I’m not stuck with these losers.
“You can have my pancake if you like” I hear someone say. I turn to see a girl stood there, holding out a plate with a lone pancake on it. She looks serious, but I shake my head.
“Why not?” she asks. I shrug, and go to walk away.
“Fine, please yourself, Aster” she smirks, putting extreme emphasis on my name. I snap. I turn round, knock the plate out of her hand and watch as the plate shatters at my feet and the pancake splat on the floor.
I never liked pancakes anyway.
Hope you all had a great pancake day today, if you celebrate it. I usually do, but this year I didn’t. My Dad got into a huge man-strop because the pancakes shrivelled and burnt. Call me spoilt or fussy or whatever, but when he offered me these readymade pancakes, I looked at him as if to say “Are you freaking kidding me?” Those things had 15 grams of flipping fat in them. And goodness knows how much sugar.
Don’t get me wrong, I love pancakes and usually I don’t care about the amount of fat or whatever in my food. But just recently, I’ve been trying to lose weight, and my parents aren’t making it any easier. What part of “Please buy me fruit” are they struggling with? I never realised fruit was now the new name for chocolate and cake.
So, I decided to vent using my new character, Aster. He is 12 years old and was born blind in his left eye. He was abandoned on the steps of the orphanage as a baby and is mocked, teased and taunted every day. He doesn’t speak. He can’t. There’s something wrong with his vocal chords.
Sooner or later, I don’t exactly know when, I’m going to be making a custom model of him. A doll, if you’re going to be fussy. Just have to wait on a few things. Such as wait for my Dad’s man-strop to go away. And another package to arrive. Oh, and
From….A very irritated xThreeDaysGracex (I sound like a right little brat, don’t I? I promise you, I’m not always like this…just school stresses me out something rotten….I’ve had so much time off due to illnesses and the teacher’s expect me to still hand in non-existent homework…. ;__; Thank goodness for KWC. A place where you can just vent your feelings out -w-)
I really like your story. I’d say it could be turned into a pretty good series! And I know what you mean about the strop thing. My older brother makes the pancakes usually, and when he burns them or ruins them he just says,”Oh, if you don’t like them you can just cook them yourself!” And he never let’s anyone else cook.
But anyway, I love pancakes! Especially with mapel syrup and sometimes choc spread.
Yes, this was a good intro to the series. I didn’t know there was a Pancake Day ro be honest. I have never heard of it. What day is it on exactly?
Anyway. I love chocolatechip pancakes. I do NOT like syrup on my pancakes. That would be WAY too sweet. Besides, I am thin and I want to stay thin.
I hope you are successful at loosing the weight you’ve been trying to loose.
Tip: If you can’t find fruit in your house, you can maybe join your parents on their annual shopping spree?? Or whenever they go buy food? That’s what I do except I do it to make sure my mother buys stuff like soda or Doritos. *shrug*
Anyway, can’t wait to read more of this!
It’s not going to be a series, unfortunately -w-
I’m thin too, but not as thin as i’d like to be (dw, not anorexic or anything) because all last week I ate practically nothing but unhealthy shizz x3
Pancake day lands on a Shrove Tuesday, this year was the 22nd Feb
I do, but somehow the fruit just goes missing within a few days O.o
Haha, I may write little things using Aster as the main character. He hasn’t got much of a story, all I know that he is a rather depressed little boy :3
I don’t like too much foods to be honest, so I’m super thin. And I’m not really proud of that.