The Breakfast Wars

The forever struggle… Breakfast. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs. I was there before my brother! Oh no, was what I thought when I heard my brother crashing down the stairs. We agree with nothing. Foods, Movies, anything! Like I said, nothing in common. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the jam and a piece of bread. My brother entered the kitchen. “We are having jam and toast for breakfast, I got here first!” I said without looking at him. “What? NO!” He shouted, “I like marmite!” He ran to me, trying to tackle me down. “YES!” I screamed back, “Get off!”. Every morning, every week, every month, every year. This is what happens.

4 thoughts on “The Breakfast Wars

  1. Hi Olivia, breakfast causes trouble in my house too but porridge wars are what we have! Your story is very well-written and I enjoyed your use of adverbs. Keep up the good work.
    Mrs O Sullivan

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