I groaned and rolled over. The light was streaming through my window, but I was still tired from my restless night. I had woken up lots of times after my door opened. I stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping that would wake me up. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I threw on some clothes. I looked decent enough, I thought. I peeked in my sisters room, like I usually did to wake her up. She was asleep on her side. I walked over to her bed and jiggled her like I did every morning. She groaned and rolled over so she could glare at me. I gave her a smug look. This was something we did every morning and I was glad for the routine. I examined her face and was relieved to see she looked like she did every morning. The crazy look in her eyes was gone and her skin was its usual color. "Good morning" I said and then I left her room so she could get up. I got the ingredients for breakfast. I figured I would make some French toast. I grabbed the French Bread I made yesterday and started slicing it to pieces. I loved to cook, and I thought I was pretty good at it too. My sister wasn't one to cook, it was always a scary day when I saw her at the kitchen stirring something up. Her food was unpredictable and she would experiment with things. I cut up some fruit and played the French toast for me and Darcie. She came out of the bathroom, and I noticed her hair was wild, sticking up in places. She had circles under her eyes, as if she got no sleep. We both sat down to eat. "How'd you sleep?" I asked her. She didn't seem to know how to respond. She looked at me confused. What was going on? "Good" she mumbled in a low voice. She only took a couple bites of her food before she pushed her chair away from the table and got up. She strode to the kitchen to throw the leftover food and rinse her plate. She knew how much it annoyed me when she threw her food, it was still fine and we didn't have enough money to just throw everything away. I didn't say anything though. Something about her expression kept me quiet. "I have to go to school now" she mumbled and I nodded my head, even though she was roughly 30 minutes early for school. She threw her bag around her shoulder and strutted our the door. She never left early. And she almost always inhaled her French toast. Something was still wrong. I sighed. She probably just had a lot of work, finals were coming up. She had As in all of her classes, she was a bright girl. Maybe she just felt pressured to get good grades. She would most likely get a scholarship to any school she wanted. She usually got her ways and I knew she was one of the smartest girls in her grade, curtesy of my father. Before he died, he and Darcie would stay up late working on homework or learning something new. I was smart too, but I declined my scholarship to my dream college so I could take care of my sister. It was fine. I loved her and wanted her to be successful. I cleaned my empty plate and got ready for work.