Janie shrugged, she hand't really had any expeirence with what 'special' breakfasts were.
"Anythin'..." she siad, "Jus' somethin' that uses the stove." she requested,s he wanted the stove to be used beacuse she like dthe flame under the pan, she thought it was cool how it went form blue to bright yellow and orange.
Janie sat up in bed, she realized it was cold when she wasn't under thec overs, the heat must've turned off last night. Janie reached over and turned the light on her nightstand.
((No problem! :-D))
"Alrighty!" Jess chirped, and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She had thought of Janie's request as rather odd. Why had she requested that she use the stove? Shrugging, Jess opened the fridge and took out a few eggs, and a packet of bacon. She reached into a nearby cabinet, and pulled out a frying pan. Setting it on the stove, she turned the dial so that the stove would begin to warm the pan. She put a slab of butter into the pan, so that the eggs wouldn't stick. She cracked a few eggs into the pan and watched them sizzle. While they cooked, she got out the orange juice and poured two glasses for her and Janie.
Janie climbed out of bed and walked down the staris quickly, she nearly fell, but this time amanged to avoid tripping.
She came into the kitchen and saw the stove on, she went and stood near it, watching the flames dancing under the pan. The eggs were sizzling as they cooked, it smelled good, but Janie was mostly focused on the fire under the pan.
Jess set down the glasses of juice on the table, along with a set of napkins and forks. She went back over to the pan and flipped the eggs over so that they could cook on the other side. As she flipped them, they sizzled louder. The grease popped on one of the eggs, and onto her hand. "Oww!!" she screeched, blowing on the burn. "Janie, I have to go rinse this, could you make sure the eggs don't burn?" she pleaded, the pain searing.
Janie nodded, she stared into the pan and poked the eggs gently with a spatula, then went back to staring at the flames, the frease popped and sizzled. janie watched it, the eggs were done now, Janie took the pan off the stove and put the eggs on the plates, then she put the pan in the sink. Janie went and watched the stove flames, which she hadn't turned off, she held a paper napkin up so it cuaght on fire and watched the flames eat it up.
Jess ran off to the bathroom and ran some cold water over the burn. "Ahh..." she sighed. The burn felt much better now. Wrapping a cold cloth around the burn, she ventured back over to the kitchen. Before entering fully, she decided to observe her from afar. She peered around the fridge and saw Janie with a napkin in her hand. The dancing flames engulfed the napkin and began to burn it. Still watching, she waited to see what Janie would do next.
Janie watched the flames for a bit more and finally she dropped the napkin in the sink and turned the water on, she didn't want to burn MJ's house, MJ might get mad.
Janie returned to watching the flames, she liked them, they danced so pretty like, Janie picked up a wodden spoon and lit the end on fire so it was a litle torch, she held teh flame close to her face as if studying it. She still didn't turned the stove off as she took a flower from a near by vase and holding it up touched the flames on the spoon to the petals. She watched the flower shrivel up as it dried out adn satrted to burn.
Jess' eyes grew wider and wider as she saw the girl play with the flames. She began to get more and more nervous. A chill shivered down her spine, and cold sweats covered her neck and back. Walking into the kitchen, she nervously picked up the plates of eggs. "L-let's sit down for breakfast." she stammered. Her hands were shaking as set the plates down on the table. "So uh.. you did a nice job with the eggs." she murmured.
Jani dropped everything when MJ came in, the spoon clattered to the floor and the flame went out the dried up flower fell to the floor too. Janie turned the stove off and hung her head, she'd been caught, MJ was probably mad at her. She picke dthe thing up, threw the flower away and put the spoon in the sink, running water over it. Janie went and sat down at the table, poking her eggs,
"Daddy lit my hair on fire." she suddenly announced, not looking at MJ. She didn't know why she said it, but she did. Janie poked her eggs, breaking the egg yolks, but not feeling like eating.
((Janie's father isn't actually the same as MJ's (Unless you want it to be) She just calls the cult leader 'daddy/)
(( I don't care either way! :-) ))
Jess watched as everything fell to the floor. Watching Janie's every movement, she watched as the girl sat down and began poking at her eggs. Listening to Janie's remark, Jess began to ponder it. She was no longer angry or afraid. "Daddy? Janie, who's Daddy and why did he burn your hair?" she questioned, her voice filled with concern for the poor girl.
(( Just bumping! Don't want it to end up on the 20th page, just doing it so we will be able to find it :) ))
Janie looked at MJ like she was crazy,
"Daddy is Daddy." she stated like it was an obvious fact and like MJ wasn't really smart to not know who 'daddy' was. Janie continued to poke her eggs and broke the yolk, she watched like it was a terribly interesting event to have the oozing yellow yolk flow over her plate.
Janie blatently ingnored MJ's other question, pretending she didn't even hear it.
Jess' eyes were now consumed with worry. Daddy? she thought to herself. Who on earth could that be? Seeing that Janie ignored her other question, she decided that Janie probably didn't want to continue in this conversation. Sighing, she began eating her breakfast, keeping one eye on Janie. Janie had answered her as if it had been the most obvious question in the world. "Janie, where does Daddy live?" she murmured softly, hoping to unravel the puzzle.
Janie took a peice of bread and started to sop up the egg yolk,
"He lives in a house." Janie said, she took a bite out of the soaked bread and making a face put it back on her place,
Janie shivered unconciouslessly, and automatic reaction from thinking if of something bad, returning to poking her now cold breakfast she looked at MJ,
"The house ha-has a b-big kitchen." she said quietly, like it was a bad thing and the she looked back at her plate.
Jess nodded looking around at her kitchen. "I guess it does." she murmured in reply. "Janie where is your Daddy's house? Do you know how to get there? I mean, you may prefer to live with your actual parent..." she said softly. She wouldn't want to lose the little girl, she was very fond of her. But if her real dad was out there, she wouldn't want Janie to miss out on having a dad. She watched as Janie poked at her breakfast. Looking at her own plate, she realized that she herself hadn't eaten much either. She began cleaning up, as she waited for Janie's reply.
"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Janie screamed, she didn't want to live with daddy. Janie slammed her fists into the table and swung her legs violently,
"NO!" she shouted again. Janie wans't going to tell MJ where daddy lived, Janie didn't want to go back, plus if she told she be in trouble, deep trouble. Daddy didn't like it when you told about him.
Janie jumped out of her chair before there was anymore questions about daddy and turning ran upthe stairs and into her room.
Jess' eyes were widened with shock. These were the most words Janie had ever spoken to her at one time! She watched as she ran upstairs into her room. After pondering whether or not to go upstairs, she decided not to. Such an innocent question had appeared to make the girl extremely upset and flustered. She decided to let her be alone for a little bit, and go up to her room later. As she was finishing cleaning up from breakfast she heard the shattering of glass. She ran to where she had heard it, and stood facing her now broken window.
Janie heard glass break, she had been curled up under the bed with the door shut. Janie tensed when she heard the noise, it sounded like something bigger than a glass plate, it sounded like a window! Janie stopped rocking like she had been and stared at teh closed door, listening intently to hear what was going to happen.
Jess looked outside of the broken window. There was no trace that any human being had been there, except for the broken window of course. Scratching ahead, she noticed something was missing. It was a picture of her and her mom before she had died. Anger and sadness was building up inside of her. She sat down on the ground and began sobbing. What kind of sick person would break in only to steal a picture?