First Day

Rio awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. The sounds of sighs left his mouth as he rolled to quiet the sound. August 23, 2022. The first day of school. He sighed once more. Why couldn't summer last a little longer? He wasn't doing much for most of it, but extra sleep couldn't hurt. His thoughts were interrupted by his mom basically shoving open the door.

"Rio, what the heck are you doing? Get ready for school! This year you gotta take the bus," She lightly taps on her son's shoulders and laughs. "I swear, you would sleep forever if I let you." This year his mom has taken up a new job, which caused her to leave earlier.

"Okay! Mom, I'm getting up!" He laughed as his mom began to ruffle his curly brown hair. His eyes were a bright hazel, courtesy to his father. He received his skin from his mother. His mom taught him everything he knew. From how to count, all the way to how to speak spanish. Rio would never say it, but he definitely was a momma boy.

"Good," She kissed his forehead as she began to make her way to the kitchen. "Alfred is making breakfast, I gotta go, love you." He waited for the door to completely shut before moving.

"¿Por qué tiene que cocinar?" Rio sluggishly moved out of bed and into the kitchen to see his siblings. Francis, the oldest, sat on the couch in the living room. His hair was more wavy than all the others. His eyes were so brown, it looked as if black shined through them. Rio eyed him as he flipped through the newspaper. He wasn't here for long. He was just here to help out with bills. Their dad still needed money to pay for his immigration, so he was here in the meantime.

"Is there a particular reason that you are looking at me?" His low voice caused Rio's hair to stand up on his shoulders. He began to explain himself, but before he could even utter a word Francis had begun to go into his room. Rio knew that he was twenty-two, but why did he have to act like he was better than everyone. Rio is seventeen, he could at least say good morning to his younger brother.

"Don't worry about him," Alfred sets a plate of bacon, grits and toast on the table. "The newspaper has been putting him down lately." Alfred was twenty and Adopted. His eyes were a bright green to go with his straight black hair. He was considered the second mom of the house.

"He seems like he's always down and broody."

"Yeah well," He wipes his hand on his apron as he opens the fridge to pour drinks. "He just got a lot to think about... work and all." While Alfred was taking online classes in art, Francis worked twelve hours at a factory. Rio only nodded as he began to eat.

"Why can't he take a break... just sometimes." Alfred went to answer, but quickly changed the subject at the sight of someone else.

"Good morning princess." Rio turned to see Rita, the youngest of the all the kids. She only whined in response to Alfred's greeting. With her being the only girl, she was mom's princess. She was basically a copy of mom.

"What time is it?" Rita rubbed the crust out of her eye. Alfred pulled out his phone.

"Oh my god," Alfred began quickly throwing pots and pans into the sink. "You guys quickly eat and get dressed."Alfred began to shoo us into our separate room to get dressed.