Fading Sun

Chapter 1: Storms

"Ugh! It's raining again!!" I shout falling backwards on the couch next to my boyfriend Bryan. "I'm sorry, Winter." He says sympothetically. It always rains in London and I'm quite sure that all of the people here are annoyed with it. Well, all of my friends anyway. Having a good day? It's going to rain. Sorry. That's just how it is. "When is your brother going to be home?" "I don't know. He walks so if he isn't here on time he's probably talking to his friends."
I turn on the tv and watch the news. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Of course, it's London!
I hear the door slam shut and my brother stomps up the stairs. "STOP STOMPING YOU'RE GOING TO WAKE THE DEAD!" I shout at him. "You're not mom!" He turns and smirks when I don't say anything back. Sometimes I wish he was older than 13 so he would stop smarting off at me. But, it'll probably never stop because he's a boy. I'm 16, sick, in a bad mood, and annoyed with the rain so right now isn't the time to fight. Bryan reaches over and rubs my back "It's okay baby, just don't listen to him." How does he know when I'm annoyed with my brother? He always knows things like this. I get excited when I see all next week is going to be sunny. "Yes!" I shout jumping up and pointing at the tv.
Two hours later mom comes in the house. "Hello sweetheart, how was your day?" "Well, besides being sick, I'm good." I laugh lightly and look up at her. She turns to Bryan. "And how are you?" "I'm good, Shelly. Thanks for asking. I skipped school for Winter again." His accent is more noticeable than mine. My dad is American. But he left me when I was 2 . He said he didn't want a family anymore and left. My brownish blonde hair and blue eyes mirror his. Why couldn't I look like my mom? I ask myself that every day. I don't understand why I look like the person I never want to see.