The Smosh Kid

Chapter 10: Getting A Degree In Smoshucation

Chapter 10: Getting A Degree In Smoshucation

I stared down at the shattered glass and spilled water.

"You always mess everything up!" A voice roared down at me. 

"I'm sorry!" I yelled, moving frantically to pick up the shards of glass, not daring to look the figure in the face. 

"You should be. You're good for nothing. Useless."

"Please, I didn't mean to!"

"Didn't mean to what? Be so dumb? Lazy? Useless?"

"Stop calling me useless!"

"I'm only speaking the truth."

"No!" I threw the glass I had collected in my hand on the ground and finally stared the towering figure in the eyes. "I don't deserve this!"

"Yes you do, and you know it too."

I only glanced away in response. It was cut short by a loud noise. 

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I jolted in my bed at a obnoxious wailing, "What happened?!" I called out in panic. 

"Good morning!" I made out the shape of Ian at the foot of my bed, he was grasping a party blower. He placed the piece of plastic in his mouth and made the noise that had originally woken me up in the first place.

Groaning, I raised my hand to wipe my eyes. "What's up with you and party supplies?"

"The best way to wake up is to a party."

"Interesting logic." My voice was deep and sleep-filled.

"Anyway, we have a busy schedule today. First, breakfast, then Ant and I have to show you something. And afterwards we're taking a field trip."

"A field trip?"

"Yes. A field trip. Now get up."

"Fine."

Ian exited the room and I fell back onto the bed with a light bounce and watched the ceiling. I suddenly remembered the dream I had been interrupted from. It was strange, the last few days my dreams have been new. I had never dreamed of anything other than the fire dream... And now...

I let out a breath and rolled off the bed, landing on my feet. 

Letting my hair out of the bun that was previously neat, I ran my fingers through my still damp hair that had yet to dry from last night's shower. Grabbing a hair elastic from their spot of the dresser, I pulled the mess into a ponytail. Smiling in the mirror with satisfaction, I changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After brushing my teeth, I met Ian and Anthony in the living room. 

Ian was propped on the couch scrolling through his phone, and Anthony was working in the kitchen. The smell of bacon lingered in the air.

I walked in on the two of them conversing, "Dude, what are you making in there?"

"Well, I was going to make pancakes, but someone spilled flour everywhere."

"Oops," I chimed in, "Sorry about that."

"It's no big deal. And," He started, walking out of the kitchen with three plates balanced on his arms. He placed each in front of a chair, "I'm finished."

"Awesome." Ian stated, slipping his phone into his jeans and sitting at the table. As Anthony dashed back into the kitchen to get forks, I pulled the chair out and sat down next to Ian. Glancing down at the plate, I saw he made bacon, eggs, and toast.