Breakfast at the Burkes'
I’m just a normal, average girl. Not much happens to me, my life is not exciting, I’m not popular, I’m not gorgeous. I’m not mean to anyone and I try hard not to gossip (not that I’m always successful). I’m just me. When I woke up Saturday morning, I was sure it was going to be a normal day. You know, get up, eat breakfast, hang around the house, call my friends. Of course, life is supposed to be full of surprises, right? At least that’s what my parents keep telling me. Do those surprises have to come every day?
Sorry, I got carried away. I should introduce myself. My name is Talula Louise Mattison Burke. “Talula” is after my Great-Grandma Burke, “Louise” is after my Grandma Wilson and Mattison was my mom’s name before she married my dad. I think I have more names than anyone I ever knew. Anyway, everyone just calls me Lula or even Lu. I’m 13 years old. Technically I’m not 13 yet, but my birthday is only 11 months, 29 days and 32 minutes away, and then I’ll be 13—a teenager. I can’t wait! I’m an only child, except for my older twin brothers, Mack and Max. They’re 15. Most of the time I just pretend they don’t exist, and most of the time they pretend they’re supposed to stick their noses in my business. My mom says I talk a lot (my dad calls it “running my mouth”). I don’t think I do. I just have a lot to say and have to express myself. So, like I was saying, I thought I was going to have a normal day.
Anyway, I sat up in bed, thinking about how I could spend my Saturday. You know. I could go shopping or play video games with Megan. She’s my best friend. Megan likes to play Forge of Empires. I do, too, but not as much as Megan. Maybe I could go to that new store, Shoes 4 You, with Allison. She’s my other best friend who loves to shop at Teens ‘R Us. I could go to a movie with Meg and Alli. That sounded like a good day to me. Is that the way my day went? Hardly.
What actually happened is I started out with my favorite breakfast, which I fixed myself. Mom says I need two servings of fruit, so I dropped two Pop Tarts with strawberry filling into the toaster. That counts, right? I like blueberry, too, but this was a strawberry-Pop Tart morning. I love the way the smell while they’re toasting. She also says I need protein, so I figured pizza was good. I mean, it has pepperoni and sausage on it. That’s protein. I grabbed the leftover foil-wrapped pizza slice from the fridge and tossed it into the microwave on high for 45 seconds, while I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not stupid or an idiot. I admit the foil was supposed to come off first, but I sort of forgot about t...