"Yakama! Shitomo! Come downstairs, breakfast's ready!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I was in my bedroom, already up. I groaned as I put down my book. The last sentence I saw, it had read, "Life's not fair, so don't count on it."
As I walked down the wooden steps, I tripped on my own feet, causing me to almost crack my entire skull at the bottom. Luckily, I caught myself. "Ha! Klutz!" Said Yakama.
"You're just mad you got caught almost busting your head open! Ha, ha!"
I just rolled my eyes and walked into the downstairs bathroom. I stood there, washing my hands as I looked at myself in the mirror. I heard footsteps and turned around to see Yakama walking into the kitchen. "You're digusting, Yakama."
He looked at me and saw that I was washing my hands. "I, um, washed them upstairs..."
"Yeah, right." I said.