While Bets was awakened this morning by her mom, Diane awoke of her own volition, or rather - because she had forgotten to close her window again, thus leaving only a layer of anti-mosquito netting between her and the outside world since last night. Naturally, as soon as the mourning doves started to coo at sunrise they pretty much woken her up. And Diane - couldn't hide the fact - was a pretty light sleeper. And so, she awakened early and was in a bad mood. And when Diane was in a bad mood, she got kind-of hungry...
That was why, about fifteen to thirty minutes later, when her parents came into the kitchen for their breakfasts (they always left early to work), they found their daughter angrily crunch down a bowl of cereal, and that was not good. Why? Because Diane's parents were healthnuts. Now, Diane herself was all out for natural foods and sport exercise, but she would indugle herself occasionally on something less healthy than granola. Occasionally meaning really rare. Her parents didn't get that, and that's why tempers flared with a regular irregularity in the household.
"Now Diane," Diane's mom, Eve, said sternly. "You know that all this grain will do your ass and stomach nothing good - right, Fred?"
Fred, Diane dad, just nodded very supportively. He always preferred to let Eve chastise their daughter...
Diane glared. Her mom had hit on a sore point as a matter of fact - she and Diane's dad were in a somewhat better shape than Diane was - something that Eve didn't delay in pointing-out, as she preached the virtues of her and Fred's herbal tea over Diane's cereal and milk.
"Mom," Diane said grouchily, "your herbal tea tastes like an old-fashioned broom droppings soaking in some water from our gutter!"
"Diane," Eve turned towards her daughter, putting the tea down inches off her lips, "this is an acquired taste. It keeps the bones in our bodies big and strong, and so the teeth."
"Whatever," Diane said, ignoring her mom, "I feel like cereal this morning, so there!"
"Yes, but dear, it isn't healthy!" Eve pressured on. "Why can't you understand that we want what's right for you - proper foods. Some of them, like apples, are quite tasty!"
"That's because, dear," Diane's dad joined in, "we're not firm like our folks. Now they were strict! Now they taught us what was right to eat!"
"Which is why you pig-out every night, when you think when I'm asleep," Diane muttered under her nose. "And why when you tell me that you're jogging you're going to a posh restaurant and eat your fill. That is why dad is his company's champion in eating, and mom spends her free time in some food court or other." She looked-up.
And froze. Her dad was still sitting across of her, but he no longer looked trim and lean, sort of like an old-fashioned English gentleman (as Diane often thought). Rather, he looked like some middle-class American slob, complete with a massive beer gut.
Seriously freaked, Diane turned around to her mom - and firstly saw her butt, with the underwear stretched to the max, as it pretty much obscured the rest of Eve, since the latter was currently stuck headfirst in the fridge. "Oh God, I turned my folks into slobs!" Diane groaned, "and the family reuinion slash picnic is up this weekend! Unless something changes in this and the following day, we'll be disinherited!"
The clock chimed nine. "Great, and I'm almost late for my bus," Diane continued to whine to herself, as she raced upstairs and got hurriedly dressed. (Her school supplies were already prepared and organized last evening.) "Why can't it blow a tire so that I wouldn't be late - or at least not late alone?"
Groaning, and prepared to be emberassed, Diane raced outside - only to see the school bus broken-down (non-seriously) at the corner next to her bus stop.
Diane's eyes almost dropped out of her face. "Okay, what is going on?" she mused, as she slowly walked up to the bus. "Have I become a witch overnight? If so..." and here Diane's mental train stopped flat-out what was she to do?