Chores, chores, chores!

"In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit, amen."

Said father as we sign of the cross after praying while the four of us are seated at the dining table. They're so religious. I don't like it.

As they mind their own business placing rice, egg and bacons on their plates, I wait quietly for them to finish while I am in rage on the inside. Why the hell am I always the last one to put foods on my plate?

"Eat your breakfast quickly because there's so many chores waiting for us."

Said father before he fed himself while looking at me and my younger sister.

"Yes, father."

Replied my younger sister to father then fed herself up while I stayed quiet and keep on putting rice, egg and bacons on my plate.

"Ella."

Mother called, making me look at her. I just nod as an answer to our father.

Chores. Chores. Chores. I hate chores. Especially when someone else told me to do this or do that. I mean, I can do the chores that needs to be done, but only when I feel like it.

They all quickly finished their breakfast and left me alone in this dinner table to mind their own businesses again. Glad y'all left this table. I want to be alone.

"Ella! Finish your breakfast quickly! I have to wash the dishes now!"

Shout mother as she looks at me while standing in front of the sink right now. What do you want me to do? Swallow my breakfast until I choke to death? That's not a bad idea though. I sometimes considering of killing myself because I don't feel happy no more.

"Yes, mother."

I replied to mother as I chewed quickly. Darn it. I act like a goddamn machine. I hate it.

Mother doesn't even care whether I choke or not, the only thing that matters to her right now is me finishing my breakfast quickly and do them goddamn chores, chores, chores.

I'd rather live on my own and take care of myself than to live with these people who doesn't care about my well-being.

"Ella, go get a duster and clean the displays here in the living room. All of them."

Said father to me after I gave my dishes to mother while he's just sitting on the couch and watching TV.

What the... All of them?! It'll take me hours to finish cleaning them up! Why don't you go clean them up yourself! All you ever do in this house is having a lazy butt, checking-up your two goddamn expensive cars and wipe them clean over and over and over again!

Sigh. But then again, I have no darn choice. I must do what I'm told or else I'll experience the worst.

"Ella, Ella! Look at this!"

Said my younger sister as she walks closer to me while holding her phone and giggling. I slowly glared at her then glares at her phone.

What the... What the hell is that!?

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

I asked to my younger sister annoyingly as I continue to glare at her phone.

"Tsk. Why can't you just get the joke?"

Asked back my younger sister then walks away from me. Just mind your own goddamn business and I'll mind my own.

"You're still not doing your chores!?"

Yelled mother to me and to my younger sister as she looks at us while still washing the dishes. We quickly scatter.

God, I hate this. Every day is like this. I am getting tired of this routine. I wish the day passes by faster so that I can sleep again. That's the only thing I can do to escape from this goddamn house.

I quickly grab the duster from our storage room and began to clean them display as soon as I get out of there.

"Clean them properly, Ella."

Said father. Then why don't you go clean them yourself? You're such a clean freak so why can't you clean them up yourself?

All of you know that I am writing a story and that I need time to write them. But instead of letting me write peacefully, all of you always keep on disturbing me. I won't be able to finish my story within my goal time and it was all because of the three of you. Darn it.

"Ella. After that, you and your sister are going to help me cover the car."

Said father as he got up from the couch then walks out of the house.

What!? Why you son of a-- how am I supposed to write another chapter for my story now!? Argh! I wanted to publish a chapter today but no! That goddamn son of a-- why can't they just let me write my story in peace!? They wanted me to be successful in writing but they're the reason why am I handicapped.

"Yes, father."

I replied as I continue to clean the displays.

"Why's there're always so much chores to do! I can't draw because of the chores piling up!"

Heard my younger sister complain. She's not wrong though. We can't do the things we like to do with all these chores piling up. And here I thought I was the only one thinking like that.

"Do your chores faster! We don't have a day to waste!"

Yelled mother to both my younger sister and I as she now helps our father wipe one of our cars outside.

Oh, for goddamn sake! Why do you always make us do things faster!? We ain't no robot that can do things as quickly as you like! Both mother and father have no patience whenever it comes to waiting. Why can't you have a patience like mine whenever we're eating together?

"What the-- why can't they just wait!?"

Asked my younger sister annoyingly as she looks outside of the house while wiping the table clean. See. Even my younger sister is as annoyed as I am.