The Prince Pretty Witch

I eagerly began to make my way towards our home. The idea of filling my stomach with as many grilled cheeses as I want excited me. Though the sun was shining, a cool breeze recently began to threaten the once warm weather. A warning that winter was approaching. Knowing that winter was coming, the craving for something hot has become a familiar occurrence. It usually happens when winter begins to roll around. Beef and potato riddles stews or spicy chili are my favorites for times like this. But since I'm hungry now, and papa doesn't have the time to make either one, I'll happily settle on a cheesy grilled cheese. I flung the door open, skipping into the kitchen. I tossed my gloves in their usual spot beside the door before making a bee-line towards the living room. I was tired from working in the garden all day and I wanted nothing more than to snuggle into my blanket cocoon and watch cartoons. Diving for the piles of blankets that I left on the couch, I easily manipulated it i

I wiggled out of my cocoon, ready to devour the mountain of sandwiches I’m sure my papa made me. My brothers hurriedly followed after me, stomachs loudly rumbling at the thought of eating their food. As we entered the kitchen, we were met with plates piled high with our desired sandwiches. I made a beeline towards my chair, plopping down and snatching a sandwich from the plate. Slivers of melted cheese and crunchy bacon poked from the sandwich. The bread was still warm, slightly greasy from the amount of butter he used to make it. I gave it a light squeeze, “Thank you, papa!” “Welcome, sweetie.” I sunk my teeth into the grilled cheese. Crispy bacon and hot cheese. It was one of the best things on earth. As my feet wiggled happily, barely chewing what was already in my mouth, I went in for another bite. I couldn’t shovel away like my brothers could. They both mastered the art of inhaling a mass amount of food. It’s a skill I yearned to have. “Slow down, Noémie.” Papa warne

I hated sweating. It made my curly hair poofy and I always felt gross afterwards. The yearn to scrub my grew as I laid sprawled out on the floor, huffing and puffing as I attempted to catch my breath. I’m taking a bubble bath as soon as I get home. Maybe I can convince my dads to let me use a bath bomb. I was in the mood to smell like a rose. “Break over!” A loud wave of groans echoed throughout the room. I slowly heaved myself off the cool floor, sauntering over to the cushioned rails. I easily shifted my body as the instructor demanded that we got in position. She glared at us, eyeing our position with a stern gaze. Her gaze would sharpen when she noticed something she didn’t approve of. A foot a few inches away from its proper place. A back not straightened as it should be. It took a few minutes before her gaze softened. She nodded in approval, “Good.” She gracefully sauntered over to the other side of the room, fishing a remote from her pocket. I forced myself to rel

The rest of the walk was full of playful banter. Antonio told me about his experiences when it came to salt baths. I giggled as he explained how Joaquin tricked him for taking a salt bath after a gnarly training. “He used his claws to cut me. Deeper than normal because he was not in a good mood.” “Uh-huh.” “I completely forgot about them when I wanted to take a bath.” He continued. “Do not do what I did.” He added with a snort, “The pain was horrible. Salt and open wounds do not mix at all.” “I’ll try to remember.” “You do that.” Antonio said as he strolled into our yard. “Let dad and papa know that I’m going to finish up my run with Joaquin. Will be back home a bit later.” “Kay!” I chirped as I carefully climbed down from my brother's back. Accepting my bag, I turned around and scurried towards the house. I know Antonio wouldn’t leave until he physically saw me entering our home. As soon as I entered the house, I could hear my parents arguing. It isn’t something that happens

I eyed the slew of vegetables that were on the counter.Freshly rinsed potatoes and carrots clumped together in large bowls and cans of plump tomatoes.I hated the smell of fresh tomatoes. It was odd since I liked the smell of cooked tomatoes. It was something that my family and I could never get but it was an easy feat to fix. Sometimes I would help my papa and dad when it comes to preparing dinner, especially when it's about a request I make for dinner.With the wind cooling to an uncomfortable chill, I was desperately craving for stew beef and cheddar biscuits. “I’ll start peeling the potatoes.” Papa plucked the vegetable from the bowl. He eyed the potato, seemingly satisfied with the way it looked, and turned to me. “You can start cutting the carrots.” “Okay!” I chirped.Carefully picking up my knife, I grabbed the carrot with a glove covered hand. To my papa, I’m still too young to cut vegetables without supervision. To my dad, I’m also too young to cut vegetables without a gl