Falling In the Dark

Chapter 1

Jonina's pov

"Dove!" My moms voice echoed from downstairs, "breakfast!"

My mom calls me little dove, and I know what you're all thinking, Game of Thrones. Truth is, my mom would just look confused if anyone mentioned the famous series to her, she came up with the nickname all herself, and she has called me that since I was a baby. I guess she thinks it's poetic, because when she chose my name, she was on a website with names of beautiful meanings, and guess what she found under the category "little animals". That's right, my name means little dove and that's one of the main reasons I'm given the name.

I lifted my head from the pillow and immediately regret it. The sunlight peeked through my almost closed curtains, which reminded me that it was summer vacation, so I didn't have to get up, but dang it, the sun just wouldn't leave me alone to sleep in, so I got up.

I felt my the fluffy carpet in between my toes as I stood up, that was the best about my room, the pink fluffy carpet on the floor, always soft and ready to comfort my feet. My friends Willow and Hazel always made fun of m for loving it so much, but truth be told, they love it just as much.

Willow was a tall blond as some would say or redhead as others would say, she had large greenish eyes and a few freckles on her nose, her hair was naturally really straight, but she'd sleep with it tied in a bun, so she'd wake up with waves. She'd always get tan really easy, like a day in the sun could make her look like those models from those spray tan commercials. She had a slim figure, that Hazel and I had always envied, she was that kind of girl guys would turn to look after, when she walked past, but she was so shy it wouldn't make a difference, because if she even tried talking to a guy, she'd always start stuttering and sweating and all that, sometimes she'd even start panicking.

Hazel was short, but not chubby, as many short girls easily get, she was one of those short girls with a body that looked like a model just way shorter. She had large dark brown almost black curls, and big brown eyes, her skin was pale though she was half brasilian, but those genes really came through in her features, so I guess theres a meaning with that. She was outgoing and always had a comment on everything, she was very amusing. She was a bit of a tomboy sometimes, while Willow was "the girly girl" , and I guess I was the boring one.

And then there was me. In my own description I had boring kind of a dark blonde, light brown haircolor, there'd been a lot of discussions about that, anyway, it fell in natural waves over my shoulders, my eyes were hazel brown and I had freckles on my nose. I looked really average, and I guess I was. When I looked into my mirror I saw my little face, my hair and my freckles, my hair was hanging down the sides of my head telling me how bad of a hair day I was having. I sighed and tied it into a ponytail, although it could only make a small one.

I looked around my room for clothes, then down my body, hmm... Should I wear jeans that makes my thighs look smaller or am I actually having a good thigh day? Nice jeans it is, I never have a good thigh day. I put on a strapless top and a cardigan, then put on my flats and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning Dove," my mom greeted me in a singing voice, which was followed by my younger brother, Mitchel's voice "morning dove" in a mocking singing voice.

My mom rolled her eyes, "he stayed up all night again, and it's spoiling his good mood," she explained.

"What good mood?" My older brother Hunter asked with a crooked smile. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

My mom just shook her head and send him a look.

"Where's dad?" I asked, as I rubbed my eye, I was still sleepy.

"Already left for work," my mum said, sipping her coffee.

"Why can't he just have vacation with us instead of working all the time?" My sister, Unique, said in between bites of her toast with a large amount of nutella on it.