Luna-May banged her fist on the alarm clock. When she sat up on her bed, she groaned at her calendar. It was Thursday today. “Not good”, Luna-May thought. She wasn’t looking forward to school today. She had spent half the night with her homework and didn’t feel like going anywhere but back to sleep. But instead of following that urge, she got up, left the bedroom and headed for the bathroom. After she was done in there, she followed the smell of pancakes into the kitchen. There, she saw her mother stand by the stove, her siblings eat their pancakes at the table and her father’s head invisible behind the newspaper.
‒ Good morning, Luna-May grunted.
‒ Good morning, Luna-May, her mother said. The next pancake is almost done, if you want a freshly-made one.
‒ Sure, Luna-May grunted and got herself a plate from the cupboard.
‒ Luna-May, I’ll pick you up from school today, her mother said when she placed a pancake on Luna-May’