Nyra Munroe, older sister of Ororo Munroe aka. Storm. Nyra has stayed out of the limelight for the most part but when he sister informs her of an amazing opportunity at Xavier's school...how can she say no?
My eyes flutter open before squeezing shut as the sun shines right onto my face. I grumble incoherent curses before rolling out of bed, the cool air nipping at my skin, goosebumps rising. I look at my clock and can't help but grit my teeth. I get it being a teacher, I have to be up really early, but 5:30! Wait, I'm the counsellor and my class isn't till 10:20. Yes! I flop back down onto my bed, my eyelids growing heavy as I allow sleep to engulf me in its comforting hug.
"Nyra!" I groan at the sound of Ororo's voice, my sister now laying on top of me.
"Let me sleep," I grumble, trying to push the stubborn woman off me.
"Nope, you gotta get up," My eyes shoot open as laughter spills from my lips. I squirm under my sister as she proceeds to tickle me, despite my pleas. "Wake up,"
"I'm up! I'm up!" She finally stops and I just lay there breathing heavily from the amount of laughter that escaped me.
"Alright, let's pick out something for you to wear," I watch as she walks over to my cupboard, muttering no's on every article of clothing she doesn't like. "Yes!" She turns around, a light green, heart-neckline dress in her hands.
"Isn't that a little much?" I question, sitting up on my elbows.
"No, it's perfect. It's not too much but also not too little. Perfect balance," She says with a big smile before placing the dress at the end of my bed before looking through my shoes. "Plus, you'll definitely catch Logan's attention,"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I inquire, sitting up fully, my eyes boring into the back of my sister's head.
"Nothing," She lies, grabbing my all-white sneakers. She drops them at the end of my bed and moves onto my jewelry box, pulling out a few rings.
"Ororo, you're not trying to set me up with Logan, right?" I slide off my bed, my feet hitting the floor softly as I stand up with my arms crossed over my chest.
"What, of course not,"
"Wewe bora sio," (You better not) My voice is low and slightly threatening, not that it affects Ororo in any way.
"But you two would be cute together," She says with a shrug before guiding me to my vanity and sitting me down. She grabs my spray bottle, hair products and hairbrush before proceeding to do my hair for me. My shoulders relax at the familiarity of it, Ororo has always acted like she's the mom despite being the youngest. Her need to take care of me has been there since we were teenagers.
