Everything was suddenly so exciting.
Etta woke up early. So early that it was still dark outside. On a normal day, she would probably feel all sleepy and sluggish at that ungodly hour, but today was not a normal day.
Etta sneaked out of the room quietly and rushed to the bathroom. She tried her best to make herself look put together – although she had some doubts if such a thing could be done at 4:30 a.m.
Then, she put on her uniform. It was not pretty, but in her eyes it was the best freaking piece of clothing she’d ever wear. It made her feel so significant, so useful.
Panic was taking over her as she stared at her reflection like that. She suddenly realized how unprepared she was, so she quickly turned around and left, ignoring the doubts in her head.
When she came back, others were already up, frowning sleepily at their food. Etta changed into something without an apron and joined Tori in the kitchen.
Etta knew she’d get plenty of opportunities to talk to her sister during the day, once she’d adjust to daylight. She barely had enough time to finish the breakfast anyway.
School was busy, though. Etta needed breaks to proofread her essay about the long-term effects of vitamin supplements one last time. Meanwhile Tori struggled to finish hers, because she found gossips about the affair of her French teacher much more captivating than eating disorders she was supposed to write about.
Back home, everyone felt a bit worn out from all that studying. While her siblings decided to relax by watching TV and playing computer games, Etta went to the library. It was a perfect place for her to unwind. She also intended to find some books about brewing techniques. Or at least some that would help her distinguish between a latte, a café au lait and a flat white, because, seriously, that plum was confusing.
She’s just spotted a book that looked promising – The Atlas of Coffee – when she heard weirdly familiar voice.
It was Dante, the little boy in Yoda costume. Except he wasn’t little anymore. And he wasn’t in Yoda costume, either.
She just smiled at him knowingly and resumed reading her coffee atlas, while he continued his efforts with decoding musical notes with a puzzled expression on his face. It was a nice afternoon.
When she returned from the library, it was homework time. At least for her and Seth, since Amon went to the gym and Tori was out with her friends.
Seth slowly turned around and looked at her. Then he stood up and move across the little space between him and the bed Etta was sitting on. He sat next to her and sighed.
Etta didn’t know what to say. Seth was always a little weird, but this was low even for him. She just looked at him in disbelief and left.
To comfort herself, she decided to try her hand at cooking. She went for the simplest recipe she could think of – scrambled eggs.
It wasn’t as easy as she expected.
She tried her best, though. She watched mom cooks it a thousand times, after all. Surely she must have learned something from it.
But in the end, it turned out great. Even better than that.
Even Melia was impressed.
Luckily, the foodie side of Melia always wins.
The rest of the family was surprised to have eggs for dinner, but they didn’t complain.
The cooking success lifted Etta spirits a bit. The compliments made her forget Seth’s rude comments. But maybe she was just too tired to care. It was a long day.
And tomorrow would be no different.