Chapter 3

"Maya, get up now! I won't bother anymore. Get up! how in the world can you even sleep without your blanket?"

That's my mom

And yes, I'm freezing. But I actually slept heavily after a hectic night, where she has been at play several times.

I know, deep inside, that she is only a dream. My dream. My wild fantasy. Maybe, after all, I don't want to read more R. L. Stine.

Gosh, I'm tired.

Welly has also been roaming around in his cage, and there are feathers and bird food spread everywhere on the floor.

I just need to go to bed early tonight. I have no idea how I'm gonna manage to get through the day.

My dad found my phone in the laundry basket... But I just know I didn't put it there! I remember rather clearly, that I placed it to charge in my room, yesterday afternoon. Like I always do. Those lifted eyebrows and the "you know better" look, my dad sends me.

I know, that there is no girl, it just me that has gone mad. My mom talked about "contacting the school therapist". She doesn't like the way I think and talk about the little girl. Maybe, in reality, it's a pretty good idea.

But, come' on, therapy. Never!

My mom made smoothies for breakfast. It's her brand new, fresh fruit and a tiny bit of olive oil in "so the vitamins attach". It was tolerably fine in the beginning when she still put sugar in it. But now, she is obsessed with health, so its smoothies with no sugar,- and honestly, you get really tired of so much fruit every single morning. I would prefer a toast with cheese, but lately, the white bread is banned at home. I don't dare to tell her how bad her smoothies are, for she looks so proud and housewife-like when she stands with all the organic fruits around her. She is stressed and will for sure get tired soon of all the healthiness. That's how it goes.

She is a good mother. It could've been much worse.

"God, there is no cold cuts," she says and looks resignedly at the fridge. My dad pulls automatically wallet and passes money for both me and Jully.

"Buy from the cafeteria" He just says before he's out the door. What I like about my dad is, that there is no messing around with him. Not many words but simply actions. My mom is completely the opposite. So am I. My dad and Jully have something special together, and it can irritate me. Yeah yeah, call it siblings jealousy.

"Jully, you ran a goddam good Cooper test yesterday!"

That's something my dad would say to Jully over breakfast, while I and my mom would look like two big question marks.

"Yeah, she ran 233 meters longer than last time" he continued with excitement. "Its really far for a girl in her age."

"Oh," I say, and my mom asks if it's fine she takes the last smoothie (yes, bon appetit!). Then my dad and Jully send a burnt glance to each other, and with no words, they signal, that it's miserable to be in a family with only two sports ignoramuses.

Jully is dad's girl, for certain. My dad was once a soccer player, nothing big, just in KB's club. Now he's training my little sister's team. And she is excellent. And I... hardly know the rules.

Oh, danm, those thoughts... the time is running, and I'm late. I should've been in class 3 minutes ago.

Oof, where are my keys?

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