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After the shock of finding out that my egg was real, I realised that I would have to tell my mum and I didn’t think that she would take it very well considering no one knew where it came from. There’s also the fact that we didn’t know what would hatch from it and I don’t think the animals would be very happy if whatever will hatch from this egg started trying to eat them or, more importantly, us. The cats meowing interrupted my thoughts. Bloody fat ass.

Our cat was an old, BIG, black ball of fluff with the cutest yellow eyes. My mum kept on saying that he wanted to be a panther when really; we all knew that he was just fat. He was sitting on the kitchen side like he always does, he basically lived up there.”Not now rayray.” I mumbled at the cat but he just kept on meowing at me. (Yes, we called the cat rayray. Don’t judge.)

“Oh for god’s sake, fine.” I said, giving in and stroking him. “Would you like to say hello?” I put the egg in front of his face and like I predicted he just rubbed his face on the surface of the egg. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the egg away and hugged it close to my chest. A few seconds after I did that I started felling whatever was in the egg start to move again, as if my touch made it fell ... safe. I shock the idea from my head and mentally scolded myself. I had gotten distracted again. I still had to figure out what to tell my mum. I couldn’t just blurt out that the egg was alive and, from the felling of it, was going to hatch very soon. She would go mental. It was obvious that she was barely letting me keep the egg already.

“Deanna, you can come back in the living room now.” My mum said, softly from the other room. I hadn’t even noticed that my mum and Chad (My little brother) had stopped arguing. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the doors in to the room where the two stood, Chad looking annoyed like he always did when he didn’t get what he wanted. Little brat. “Are you OK?” She asked, obviously seeing how agitated I was.

“Yeah, I’m OK.” I lied. From the look on her face she didn’t believe me but she didn’t pry. Chad just kept on staring at the egg that I was still holding to my chest. “It’s rude to stare you know, Chad.” I said annoyance evident in my voice.

“Deanna we’ve already sorted things out. You don’t have to be so mean.”My mum resorted. She was clearly annoyed at what had happened that morning and was at the end of her rope. Chad just continued to stare at me, either mentally swearing at me, or trying to make my head explode.

“Um... mum? I asked, not knowing exactly what to say to her without her flipping the heck out. “There something I need to tell you.”

“What’s wrong little wimin?” Asked, worried of what I might say. (And before you ask, that’s what she calls us, “Little wimin”)

This is where it gets complicated, as I said before; you can’t just blurt out that an egg that you had just discovered in your house, that no one knew was there and was the size of your head, was going to hatch into gods know what and expect your mum to be okay with it.
“It’s about the egg, I... I think it’s ... real.” I stuttered, unable to look my mum in the eye as I said it. We stood in silence for a good two minutes before my mum responded in a very stern tone.

“What do you mean ‘alive’? It was obvious from the look on her face that she was less than happy. Chad just stood there, staring disbelievingly at the egg that was now, being hugged even tighter to my chest in case my mum was going to take it away from me. Even though I had only found the egg about half an hour ago, I had grown attached to it and, as a result, my motherly instincts had kicked in.

“Mum please don’t tell me that we have to get rid of it!” I yelled protectively. “I promise to look after whatever hatches from it and I’ll make sure that it doesn’t get in the way or destroy anything just please don’t get fid of it!” The look on the two’s face’s would have made me burst out laughing if the situation hadn’t been so dire. My mum didn’t reply and Chad just looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. So for about another five minutes we stood in silence until my mum finally spoke.

“Are you sure you can look after it?” She questioned. “Because you could barely look after the gerbils without me being up your arse about cleaning them out.” I was shocked as to how easily she had given in when, most of the time, it would take a good five to ten minutes of constant asking before she said yes. As if reading my mind she added “Well we can’t just get rid of it, I mean who would want it and, as you said before ‘you found it so you keep it’.”

“Thank you!” I yelled as I ran in to hug her, moving the egg out of the way so that it didn’t get crushed. “Thank you so much!” After that the day went on as normal, well, as normal as the day could be given the circumstances. We divided the eggs we found so that we all got the same but the toxic green one stayed in my arms and that’s where it was for the rest of the day. Even when Paige, my older sister finally came down from her pit of a bed I kept the egg ether in my lap or on my arms. We explained the situation to her and she reacted worse than mum, but we managed to persuade her to go with it.

At the end of the day, when I was just about to go to bed, I got a little bed ready for the egg. (I move a lot in my sleep so it would ether get cracked or crushed.) I gently placed the egg in its little bed and climbed in to my own.

“Good night, whatever you are.” I mumbled to the egg, and in response, I heard it move in its bed.