I hate my hair. I hate my hair. I
hate my- OUCH. My comb, once again, had gotten stuck in the black
bird's nest on my head. A badly muffled laugh came from behind
"Shut up," I snapped, looking at
Ryan's laughing face in the mirror. His hair was never messed up,
the lucky fool. He walked over and snagged the comb out of my
hair in a fluid movement, then ran it through my nest,
"You could be more gentle,"
he said, then backed away, putting the comb on the marble
"This thing doesn't deserve
gentleness. No mercy." I groaned. He rolled his eyes and picked
up my backpack from my bed, handing it to me.
"Come on, cousin. Don't want
to be late for your first day."
I swung the bag at him, he saw it
coming and ducked, then made his escape.
"JERK!" I yelled, laughing.
The fact was, we weren't really
related. My parents had gone missing last year, I didn't know
what happened to them, nobody did. Ryan's family were the only
ones to know that I was living alone. They had taken care of me
since I was younger, my parents always worked a lot and they were
our kind, friendly next door neighbors. I stayed there often.
After my parents had gone missing, they were the first and last
people I told. They moved, taking me with them to Florida. I was
now their niece who was staying with them for a while as my
parents were on a "cruise."
I headed towards the
breakfast table, the opened windows in the room reached the floor
and overlooked the beach and ocean. A cool breeze was flowing in.
The smell of orange toast hit me hard and made my stomach growl.
Mrs. Ritis smiled at me.
"How many do you want,
"Two please," I said, smiling.
Ryan, Mr. Ritis, and the twins were already stuffing their faces.
Juice dripping from their mouths. I tossed a napkin at Lilly and
Lauren, both named after the flowers in their parents wedding
bouquet. Lauren beamed back at me and wiped her mouth, then flew
up from her chair and towards our shared bedroom to change
clothes. Her long sweatpants swept across the floor. Lilly
laughed and ran after her. Most siblings rarely got along, the
two of them rarely fought, except about which one was
I put the waffle into my mouth,
citrus overwhelmed it and as I bet crunch and bread sweeped in
along side. I almost died. Mrs. Ritis was the best cook I'd ever
met. Her food was like heaven. Mr. Ritis often complained it
wasn't very good for his health, but he never stopped eating
anyways. To be honest, I don't think I'd be able to stop
Within minutes, the
four of us were flying out the door, calling good-bye. The
elementary school was on the way to the high school, so we walked
with the two of them without a separate thought. I was marveling
over the sand beneath my feet. It was so strange not to be
walking on concrete. Lilly whined behind me.
"It's leaking into my sandals!" She
cried, shaking her shoes out.
"Then don't wear sandals tomorrow,"
Lauren said, taking the sandals from Lilly's feet and carrying
them for her.
"The wind is blowing up my
"Then don't wear a skirt
"My hair is messing up everywhere,"
Lilly said, sounding confident that Lauren wouldn't have an
answer to that.
"Then do wear a ponytail tomorrow," Lauren said,
Ryan and I laughed. Lilly sighed.
Lauren smiled, satisfied. They turned and left towards their
school, waving at us, skipping off and dissapearing into the
crowd of students. I didn't have to worry about them getting
bullied, nobody did. They were both tall with medium length dirty
blonde hair and gray eyes. They were athletic, smart, and
beautiful. No weak points at all, Ryan was like that too, so were
their parents. All extremely amazing, almost perfect.
Finally we got to the
school. Brick walls, high and mighty. It was stunning. It was
strong. It took my breath away.
"Whoa," I muttered. We didn't have schools like that in our old
Ryan laughed at my stunned face. He
dragged me on, like a puppy.
"Come on. It's not that big of a
deal, dummy," he grinned and I followed him. We headed towards
the office of the school. The big smartie had memorized the map
yesterday. Or so I'd thought at the confident way he'd led me,
but soon he slowed down and looked at me apologetic.
Uh-oh. We were lost in this giant
school. Ryan was an idiot. Forget smartie.