The Purple Beanie

Back to School

Bree walked to Willowcrest Middle School with earbuds plugged into her ears, listening to her favorite music. It was her first day of school as a seventh grader, and yet, she hadn't changed one bit.

    "Bree, I don't want to see you a loner all the time this year, okay?" Skipper, her oldest younger sister, warned.

    Bree faked a confused expression and replied sarcastically, "Me? A loner? Ha. Impossible."

    "Breanne, I'm serious," she said. "You don't want to be single all your life, do you?"

    "What do you mean? How does being single have anything to do with having no friends?" Bree countered.

    "Ugh. Just . . . be a little less weird this year. And also, I have volleyball practice after school today, so make sure you don't forget to walk home alone," Skipper reminded.

    "Now I'm confused, who's the older sister here?" Bree questioned, raising an eyebrow. She was a person who never stopped even when it seemed like a conversation was over.

    Skipper rolled her eyes and ran away from Bree, hurrying to get to school on time.

    Bree chuckled to herself and kicked a pebble, as unaffected as ever. Her sisters were so annoying, but that didn't make them any less important to her. They were her sisters, after all.

    She tugged down her purple beanie and hummed the tune of the song she was listening to as she progressed toward Willowcrest Middle School.

    Bree's real name was Breanne Campbell, but everyone called her Bree so much that Bree almost thought Bree was her real name. She didn't really like fancy, long full names to begin with. She was twelve years old, and her birthday was on February 15th. Although she lived in California, she was technically of German descent. Which was a little ironic since she'd never been to Germany before.

Bree was pretty tall and had blonde hair with a streak of pink and blue at the front in her bangs, and cool brown eyes. She always wore a purple beanie and always tied her hair back in a ponytail. She wore bracelets and wristbands by the dozen at all times, and she loved music and always had at least one earbud in her ear whenever she could. She was always calm, cool, collected, logical, and considerate. She didn't let anything or anyone affect her in any way, and she always put on a straight face so nobody knew what she was feeling on the inside. She was also very curious and loved mysteries, not to mention thick murder mystery novels.

Bree wasn't a huge fan of school like some people were, but she didn't mind it either. It was pretty boring most of the time, with teachers droning on and on in every single lesson and listening to her friend group talk about boy bands and fictitious relationships from a novel. The kids at school were . . . manageable, but she tried to avoid any kind of drama as much as possible.

After all, Bree had three sisters to deal with at home. Skipper, also called Skip, was her oldest younger sister, and she had dark brown hair with a streak of purple and dark blue eyes. She loved technology and was on her phone 24/7. She was eleven years old. Kiara, also called Ki-Ki, was her second youngest sister, and she was ten. She loved fashion and was probably the most popular because of her friendly and outgoing personality. Stacie, also called Stace, was her youngest sister, and she was nine. She loved sports and wore a bright blue baseball cap 24/7, just like Bree always wore her beanie. Stacie and Kiara were the only sisters who didn't go to Willowcrest Middle School, since they were still in elementary school.

Bree had to say that Skipper was probably her most agreeable sister out of the three, because she was the most like her and was pretty chill and calm like she was. Kiara didn't argue a lot since she was kind of the dumbest and was all sunshine and rainbows all the time. Stacie was a little too loud and rough for Bree's liking, but oh well, maybe that would change when she was older.