gate firmly locked, and I smile. My family is all sorts of crazy, but it’s the best kind of crazy. I wouldn’t change them for the world. Who needs a boyfriend when you have a good family, an awesome bestie and a talking goat? At this point, with every interesting human guy I’ve met being a douchebag, I’m going to end up an old lady with a house full of talking goats. Yep, not cats. Goats.
"Then we need to go clubbing or something tomorrow," Mads informs me. “You know, act like we are still young and celebrate.”
"I'd love that. Maybe a birthday hook up will improve my situation," I reply. Iet out a long yawn; it’s been one hell of a day. "Listen, Mads, I’m going to go to sleep. It’s been a crazy day, but congrats once again and see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, bestie! Have a good sleep!" Mads says, and she ends the call after I say bye one more time.
I put my phone on the side table after turning it off and curl up with my pillow, looking out of the slightly open curtains to see the moon high in the sky, millions of stars surrounding it. I've always loved the night sky. Truth be told, that might possibly be the reason why I put up with Kit's bad attitude all the time - because he looks like my favourite view.
Or maybe it’s just because I'm crazy. It’s more likely the second option.
7
"Happy birthday, my sweet daughter!" mum shouts, bursting into my room, and I groan, covering my head with my pillow. It's too early. It's always too early when there is bright light outside. Mornings are not a nice time of the day, and I swear my bed makes itself more comfy so that I never want to leave it.
"Go away," I groan into my pillow, my voice muffled. "Come back at a reasonable hour. Like midday!"
"No, I will not. It's eleven in the morning and about time you got your pretty self out of your pit," mum tells me. “It’s your birthday for heaven’s sake.” Mads was crazy yesterday saying I'm lucky to be living at home when I have a mum that insists getting up early is the best thing in the world. I'm not a morning person, and I highly doubt I ever will be one. Or like anyone that is. I don't trust people who like crazy things like getting up early and exercising for fun. Those are signs of a bad, bad person.
"Come on, I have peanut butter on toast," she says, teasing me as she sits on the end of my bed. Dammit, peanut butter is one of my weaknesses. I can't resist the stuff, and anyone that knows me uses this weakness to get what they want. "It's even the crunchy, expensive homemade one you like from the shops. I have the jar on the tray for you." I lift my head from under my pillow and sit up, smiling at her as I push my hair out of my face. Mum hands me the little tray she has, which has the heaven-sent peanut butter toast and jar on it, a drink of orange juice, and a little present box with a card behind it.
"Thanks, mum," I say, and she looks at the present and back to me, clearing her throat as I go to reach for the toast. I know well enough to move my hand to the present box to pick it up instead. I undo the wrapping and open the green fabric ring box to see a charm inside like usual. This charm is a lightning bolt in a green metal, and I wonder what it does. I know it couldn't possibly call lightning bolts, because the higher gods made any lightning powers illegal as that is their power and they don't like competition. Much like they are the only gods that can have friendships with each other and do whatever the hell they like.
The higher gods were around before humans were created, at least that's what they tell everyone, and people go missing who try to challenge their rule. The higher gods are a group of four that pass all judgement and laws. They have complete control over the lesser gods. Us. Though no one ever sees them, as their council of four judgement gods pass the laws, and the twin gods of justice enact them. No one really knows much about any of