"Atchoo!!"
Great, Jeremy caught a cold again. I'd better look after him ...
Disgruntled and tired, I turn around in bed and by chance my eyes glimpse something that instantly makes my tiredness evaporate - the alarm clock!
"Shit, damn it!" I swear loudly as I try to peel myself out of my bedspread, with which I - like every night - have wrapped myself tightly.
Immediately I fall on my face - it was clear.
"Mother, why didn't you wake me up?" I shout through the house while kicking myself free from my blanket. When I've finally won the day-to-day battle with her, I jump up and pull my pajamas off my body as I run.
I quickly jump into the shower, being careful not to get my hair wet. Less than 10 minutes later I am standing in the anteroom fully dressed, washed and prepared for the first day of school.
"Oh, Ann, are you already up?" My mother asks me with a mocking grin on her face.With just such a smile I answer her unfriendly: "Of course, and WITHOUT you waking me up ... Where is Kirsten?"
The ugly grin on mother's face gets even wider - if that's even possible - when she answers my question: "Well, where will she be? In bed, like every normal person at this time! It's just 6 Clock."
When I stare at her blankly, mother continues: "Stupid! We moved, remember? The school is only about 10 minutes away, so you don't have to get up early to catch the bus. Besides, the school doesn't start like earlier at a quarter past eight, but at exactly 8 o'clock. So what are you doing now? Not that I really care ... "
As she speaks, my eyes get bigger and bigger. Naturally! How could I have forgotten? Yes, I am really a fool, mother, but you don’t need to keep reminding me!Without paying another word to her, I turn on my heel and go back to my room. There I put on a jogging suit, stuff my MP3 player into my pocket, walk back to the front door - mother apparently crawled back into her bed - put on my sports shoes and a one-hour break begins for me.
Yeah, I like running a lot. It's so ... relaxing. You can let your thoughts run free and it's healthy too. But the best part is that I can listen to music undisturbed.
As soon as I step out the door I feel relieved. I just can't relax in the presence of my mother. She doesn't like me ... Ha, that's the understatement of the year! She hates me! I do not know why. Again, I don't really care, as long as she only lets me do what I want.
The park where I want to go running is right across the street. It is wonderfully big and simply stunningly beautiful.Correctly cared for! The trees are huge and the flowers bloom in competition. I really like this place.
I take a quick look around before I slowly start walking. I soon reached my normal running speed. Now I also turn on the MP3 player.

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A nice melody! I have to grin. Actually, it's not my way of praising myself, but I really have to say that I managed this instrumental piece very well. The piano part underlines the guitar solo really well! If I could think of the right text for it now….
After listening to the song over and over again and still couldn't think of any lyrics to it, I'm about to play the next song when I suddenly see a small lake.
My feet move towards it as if by themselves. Without thinking I start to sing softly to myself:The whisper of the wind shows you the way
only you can hear it deep inside you.

The whisper of the wind accompanies you
wherever you go he's there.

The whisper of the wind is here now
ask what you want, he will answer you.

The whisper of the wind is not far
when your soul cries out for him

The whisper of the wind ...
The whisper of the wind ...
The whisper of the wind ...
The whisper of the wind lives in you.

Hmm, yes, I like the lyrics. Maybe in need of revision, but otherwise quite passable, I would say.
A quick look at the clock tells me that it is a little after 7 a.m. The time has passed unnoticed. There is something magical about this lake.
I start sprinting my way home. Finally I have to take another shower and check on Jeremy.
I can see our house from afar. It's actually quite pretty, only the color - pale pink - isn't really my thing. But in terms of architecture, it's really great.When I open the apartment door, the smell of coffee is already filling my nostrils, so Kirsten must be awake by now. Your addiction to coffee is almost morbid. How can you drink such disgusting stuff? And then in the morning too? Uh!
"Well, little sister, have you been jogging again? When will you finally stop this nonsense and care more about your appearance than your fitness?", She starts to nag immediately when she sees me.
Since I only give her an indistinct smile, she continues: "Hm, yes, stay that way! Smile more often, then your face is quite acceptable to look at - after all, you're my sister - that's why you should put on some make-up! Then maybe you would also look at a couple of guys. But you mustn't stand next to me, otherwise you look like a wallflower. Of course I could also be so nice and couple you with the boys I don't want! Well, wouldn't that be really nice of me ? "
With every word from her, my face darkens.Grudgingly I answer her: "Yes, really nice! What a wonderful sister I have! However, I have to refuse your offer. I don't think much of make-up and even less of your playboys! So, I'll take a shower now, see you later then, Kirsten! "
Damn it! This snipe offends me to the last and I can't help but be reasonably friendly anyway! Why can't I finally give her my opinion? Why am I unable to humiliate them too? Maybe Jason is right - I just lack courage. Or ... is it something ... different?
Sighing, I turn around and go into the bathroom for the second time this morning.
This time when I step out and only want to scurry into my room wrapped in a towel, I hear it again - my little brother is coughing his heart out.
I quickly slip into my underwear, blue jeans that are a bit too big - hey, I actually lost weight again! - and put on a green t-shirt.I grab a pair of socks as I walk past and I'm already sitting on the edge of Jeremy's bed.
Of course, he noticed me immediately. Slowly he turns his face to me and smiles at me.
"Morning, sister! Why are you already dressed?" He asks me confused.
I have to blink a few times before I answer him, “Um, maybe that's because I'm about to go to school?” A grin spreads across my face when Jeremy suddenly starts up and stares at the alarm clock on his bedside table in disbelief.
"WHAT ?! So late already? How am I supposed to be ready for school in time?", It comes hoarse from his lips.
I grab his shoulders and push him back onto the mattress. He looks at me unwillingly and mumbles something like "But I have to get ready now!"
"Nothing there! You only have school at 9 o'clock. It's the first day of school, after all, and lessons start later for you children. Oh, you're good!"I have to take an exam today! "With every further word I say, Jeremy visibly relaxes. Soon a smile is on his lips again and his sun-colored eyes look at me lovingly.
"You ~ hu, Annie? Does Kirsten have to take an exam too?" He wants to know from me.
At the mention of this name my eyebrows contract for a split second before I answer monotonously: "Yes, she has to. And I have to go now! Otherwise I'll be too late, kid!"
With these words I get up, but not without first kissing my brother on the cheek. He giggles in amusement and mumbles: "Have a nice day, little sister ..." before falling asleep again.
Sighing, I leave his room and quietly close the door behind me. Jeremy has a fever. During the quick kiss, I noticed that his cheek was glowing. I'd better tell mother about it. But first I have to find her. She is not in her bedroom, and the bathroom is also empty.Maybe she's already in the kitchen? I open the door to our very modern and technically excellent kitchen. There I see not only my mother but also her younger image - my sister.
They both turn around to me in sync and I find it really difficult to say which of the two is giving me a colder look.
Sighing inwardly, I begin to speak: "Mum, Jeremy is sick again. Can you drive him to school and pick him up again? It would be better if he didn't have to work so hard and take the bus. I'm scared that he might fall over somewhere halfway and something would happen to him. So, could you please do that? "
Mother just snorts and replies with a cutting voice: "You do it if you worry about the little one like that. After all, I have a job that I have to pursue."
"Yes, and I have to go to school! Then he'd better stay home!"My voice sounds slightly irritated. That's not good, not good at all ...
"Ts, it's okay. I'm driving it. After all, he's my son and I love him," she gives in with a dangerously soft voice. I'll wait before I say thank you. There will definitely be a "but" ... And as if she had read my mind, mother continues: "But then YOU will also buy groceries and make dinner. I don't have time for that. Did we understand each other?"
No time for that? She's guaranteed to be home by 3 p.m. Jeremy no longer has school. But okay. At least she drives him there and picks him up again.
I just nod to show that I understand, take a quick look at the clock, which reads shortly after half past seven, and I'm gone without a greeting.
For the second time this morning I sigh to myself. At some point I will still get mad in this "family"! Such tension every day ... I don't think this atmosphere is conducive to a growing child.I'm not 10 steps away from our house when I hear Kirsten calling me.
"Hey, Ann! Wait for me! Don't you want to go to school with me?", She asks me when she finally caught up with me.
An indefinable smile adorns my face as I turn to her: "Yes, we can do it. But