The Rebel League

Chapter 12- The new team

Well, I didn't dream about April's murder. Of course, I rarely remembered my dreams anyway but they usually took me back to that dreadful moment on the street. I classed those dreams as nightmares.

In this case, I didn't remember what I dreamed about but it must've been good because when I woke up it was light outside. I stood up off the lounge and brushed down my mop of hair with my fingers. I took off my makeshift pyjamas and a pair of underwear, then replaced them and put on my costume. I'd have a shower later on but for now I could hear someone in there. Probably Kira.

Joel was in the kitchen looking for food. No surprise there. He clawed through drawer after drawer and cupboard after cupboard with no luck.

"You right there Joel?" I asked.

He popped up from under the sink with wide eyes and very messy hair. He looked like he'd just stuck his finger in a power box. "I'm hungry, Harley!"

"Well don't worry." I said, trying very hard not to laugh, "we'll get you some food as soon as possible."

I left the room very quickly after the look Joel gave me and headed for the bathroom. The sound of rushing water came from the other side so I knocked on the door.

"Kira? You done yet?" I shouted.

A feminine groan and the squeaking of a turning tap answered my question. "Just let me get ready!"

I waited for a few minutes until my sister opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom wearing her costume. Her hair was out and it almost glowed with orange light.

"Ah, that's better." She said, stretching her arms out.

"Yes, yes you're all clean now." I said, rolling my eyes. "Now can I have a shower?"

Kira shrugged and walked away to her room. In other words, I could have a shower. I went to my room and picked up a change of clothes and a towel before entering the bathroom. I heard muffled noises from the kitchen that I guessed was the sound of Joel finding something to eat. Thank god, I thought, I don't have to see those eyes again.

The bathroom was completely filled with steam and the mirror was fogged over. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Kira had forgotten to turn the fan on again. I flipped the switch and a whirring noise drowned out the sound of Joel's appetite. At the same time, the steam slowly disappeared and the mirror became visible again.

"Gah!" I jumped at my reflection.

My hair resembled a bird's nest (don't tell Stella) and I was as white as a ghost. My eyes had dark rings under them and numerous pimples dotted my forehead. I looked dead. I looked like a undead corpse. Joy.

I quickly hopped in the shower, eager to fix up my appearance. The hot water was heaven. I ran my fingers through my hair, all the way to the roots. It felt like straw and dirt. After a thorough wash with shampoo, it started to feel lighter and smoother again. Unfortunately, now that it was wet it started to droop down over my face like a wet mop. Hair sucked.

I hopped out and towelled off, leaving my hair in a frenzy of wiry curls. The next ten minutes were spent brushing the stuff and cleaning my teeth. I managed to look semi-decent by the end. I walked out of the bathroom with a happy smile.

Kicking back on the couch sounded pretty good at the time, but I knew we were expecting guests so I waited on the front porch. Tristan had found his way back to the cabin and the two boys were now collapsed on the floor with full stomachs.