Chapter 5

"Hey, Mum." I kissed her cheeks after rushing downstairs. "Bye Mum."

"Young lady, put your ass back on the dinning table. You're not going out unless you finish your breakfast." She narrowed her eyes, placing the plate full of breakfast on the table.

"I'll be late for the school." I groaned, looking at Dad for help who just chuckled, scanning her wrist watch.

"I swear Ayla, if you keep skipping breakfast, I'll make you grounded for a whole month." She hissed, handing me the orange juice.

I frowned and with no options left, sat one the chair across Dad who grinned. "Can't help, Ayla. You should listen to your mother."

I hate breakfasts. I can't process to like stuffing my stomach at seven in the morning. But Mother will pierce the knife through my chest if I dare to skip it.

She's a professor at University where she teaches Human anatomy and my Dad's a neurosurgeon. They met during their college days and fell in love. And they'