This choice: The moody, obstinate Jennifer • Go Back...Chapter #5The moody, obstinate Jennifer by: Unknown The tantalising waft of fresh warm chocolate that emerged from the oven made Jennifer's narrow waist rumble longingly. Shoving the tray carelessly onto the hob with a sigh of resignation, she slid a large steel knife from the block and prepared to slice the brownies.
Just as the blade was poised to make its first incision, a crackling sound form the other side of the kitchen made the blonde teenager groan.
On the wall, just above an elaborate gold nameplate that read "Cory", a red light turned green, and a small speaker crackled to life.
"Mom? crackle bzzz MOM!"
"Good morning sweetums!" Sandra cooed across the room, responding to the slightly croaky and sleepy morning shout of her son. "Did you sleep well dear?"
"What's taking crackle so long with my bzzz breakfast, mom? I'm fzzzz starving up here!"
Sandra's response was all sweetness and light. "It's coming right up sugarpie, just finishing those extra blueberry pancakes you wanted."
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." came Cory's irritable reply. "Just get them up here pronto. Make sure the bzzzz crackle toast isn't burned for once. And don't forget my brownies!"
With those abrupt words, the crackling stopped and the light beneath Cory's nameplate turned red.
"And don't forget the brown-ies." mimiced Jennifer in a silly voice, earning herself another glare from her mom, who was in the process of wheeling a large gleaming silver serving trolly in from the storage cupboard.
"Don't be childish dear," Sandra began swiftly transferring overflowing plates of bacon, waffles, sausages, muffins and pancakes onto the sizeable trolly, "your brother needs a good breakfast. How else is a growing young man supposed to get up and start the day properly?"
Jen reckoned she could think of a few ways: the most appealing being a few extra-strong laxatives in Cory's morning milkshake. But she kept her mouth shut. Her brother had a sneaky habit of flicking the switch and listening in at any moment.
"Right, get this up to him quick," said Sandra, pushing the now heavily loaded trolly towards her daughter; "I'll slice the brownies."
Jennifer's shoulders drooped in annoyance. "What, I gotta make two trips upstairs? Would it kill him to wait 3 minutes while you slice them?"
Sighing, her mom straightened up, setting her hands on her shapely hips. "No, but if your brother doesn't get food soon, he's liable to start yelling. And if he starts yelling he might wake up your fath-"
She didn't get to finish the sentence. Jennifer had already turned and was speedily pushing the trolly out of the kitchen, her firm, prtku, lycra-encased buttcheeks wiggling as she sped towards the hall.
"Needs to work on those glutes," mused Sandra, selecting a banana from the fruit bowl. She glanced at the kitchen clock.
7:45am. The athletic blonde smiled. Andrew had got in just after 2am, and judging from the empty 18-inch meat feast pizza box, the two double-whopper burger wrappers and three empty supersize fry containers she'd found on the kitchen table this morning - not to mention the four cupcake wrappers on the floor, and the suspicious hole in the fudge ice-cream container she's spotted in the fridge - Sandra was pretty sure her husband wouldn't be wanting his breakfast for at least another hour.
Given that the "kids" would get themselves to college - neither wanted to face the punishment for a tardy slip (extra laundry duty for Jennifer; no fourth helping of dessert for Cory) - that should give her ample time to get a quick 5 mile jog in and then come back to prepare Andrew's breakfast, if she set off now.
At any rate, she'd left a selection of chocolate bars on his bedside table in case he felt peckish, along with a tall glass of cola and some soluble antacid tablets to help with his inevitable headache.
Sandra set the timer on her arm-mounted exercise tracker and slid a twenty dollar note from her purse as she walked towards the front door.
Better pick him up some doughnuts on the way back too, she thought, emerging into the cool morning sun.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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