THE CROWN'N LIE

CHAPTER 1

I open my eyes slowly and look at my room from under my bed, since it was the first place I had time to hide when the bombing started.

Everything has been quiet for a few minutes now, but that doesn't mean that the dacoits won't drop another of their beastly bombs.

Since it is not the first time that after a bombing they stop dropping shells, the citizens relax and come out of their houses or hiding places, and as a final touch they explode a last bomb in their noses. That makes many people die in the streets, crushed by the rubble.

I wait a few more minutes and when I am sure that there will be no explosion again, I quietly get out from under my bed, I can hear my mother and my little sister scolding.

I go out into the hallway and the screaming gets louder and louder, so I peek out so I can see what exactly is going on in the living room.

- Sofia, how could you think of going out of the house at the time of the bombing? Do you want to die? - says my mother, full of fury.

My mother Miranda is a 41 year old woman, she is of average height, her hair is as black as night and she moves from one side to the other while she scolds my little sister. Her eyes are a beautiful chocolate color. Her skin is tanned and shiny. She is a very sophisticated and elegant woman.

- Mamaaaa, Piper had escaped me, and I don't want her to die - now it is my sister who screams the loudest.

My little sister Sofia or better known as Sofi, is only 7 years old but she has more character than any girl her age. She is the complete opposite of my mother, Sofi looks more like my father, with her brown blonde hair and light blue eyes.

Someone taps me on my shoulder and I turn to look at him. I have to lift my head up so I can see his face perfectly since my brother Mateo is a 6'4" pine tree and I'm a petite 5'4" pixie.

Mateo, my 21 year old older brother aside from being tall, is very handsome as all the girls in town have a crush on him. He has the same hair color as my little sister and my brown blond father, but with light blue eyes, bronze skin color, muscular and friendly.

- What do you want? - I ask my unbearable brother, with a tone of disgust.

- Don't talk to me in that way, miss, because if it wasn't for me and Estefania you wouldn't have any friends in the world. -He says smiling in a mocking tone.

I hate him, I hate his comments, I hate everything about him. However what he says is true, if it wasn't for him and my best friend Estefania I wouldn't have any friends in this sad world. As much as I minister to my brother and try to hate him, I can't. I love him, he is my brother, he is my blood.

He is the person who is always by my side, the person who always helps me when I have a problem and let's not forget that he always gets me out of trouble.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, but what do you want? - I hate asking for forgiveness, because apologizing makes you weak and makes you show others what you have done wrong. But I made an exception for him.

- Are you okay? Were you able to hide?

- Yes, I was in my room, so I got under the bed quickly.

- Thank goodness. The bombs are getting more and more powerful and the damn dacoits no longer detonate them in the square, now they explode them in streets full of houses of families who have nothing to do with this evil war. - he says, worried and angry at the same time.

How could he not be, if last year our father died in the square after a bomb fell on him. We couldn't recover anything from him, only his necklace with the family name engraved on it.