Little Supernaturals

(unfinished, may have some likeness to Harry Potter, caution swearing)

It was just your average day in Ontario, well your average winter Ontario day. For everyone except for Bryiceal Andromeda, Or Bryce for short. Bryce Lives at Clover court hills, in Picton Ontario with her two older brothers, Noah and Flynn And her Dad. Bryce has long black and white hair but she keeps it in a bun at the top of her head most of the time and no she's not old, she just dyed some of her hair white.Her eyes are a pale lavender. Noah is 15-going on 20, he has matty black hair and blue eyes. Flynn is 17, he has pale lavender eyes as well. His hair is blonde and more well kept than Noah and Bryce combined. Their Dad looks completely different, he's a short, chubby man that has blonde hair and blue eyes. He had always said they look like their mom, if she were alive that is. I could talk all day but this isn't my story so, let's see this from Bryce's view. 

Chapter 1: the coldest month of the year

It's the middle of November, In my opinion the coldest month of the year. It doesn't help that our townhouse walls are as thin as paper.For me,There are four Types of people in winter.First you have Flynn, he'd go out in -15 weather in a tank top for fashion AND he wouldn't be cold. Then, theres Noah, he loves winter. He loves the snow and he loves getting bundled up and all of that. Next,there's my old man.He doesn't mind the winter. He loves making hot cocoa, and making warm treats, he loves baking in general but he says in the colder months it gives him an excuse to make gingerbread even if it's halloween. Then, last theres me. I hate the cold months. It has snow, ice and slush and it's just ugh! Don't even get me started on getting down icy stairs! Fall is fine, not too cold and not too hot, but winter..no, just no. Let's face it, winter is NOT for me. On the subject of winter, this morning there was a tapping noise from my window. I tried to ignore it, I wanted to keep sleeping, wanna know why? Because today is a snow day. Seems fantastic, right? Well it would be if it weren't for my pop. Every snow day he thinks that's the perfect time to shovel the driveway and salt the walkway. Don't get me wrong, that's a great idea, but if you know snow in Canada it's hard to get off the ground. It may feel soft and fluffy, but when it comes to shoveling it seems to stick to the ground like it's saying "NO, I WANNA BE STUBBORN AND PISS OFF BRYCE FOR NO REASON AT ALL!". Anyway, I try to go back to sleep. So I pull up my covers because you know it's freezing! I glanced at my alarm clock. It says it's 6:30pm, but my alarm clock mixes am and pm so when it says it's 6:30pm it's actually 6:30am. I know right, you'd think a clock could get the time right, that is it's only job, well other than making a siren noise to attempt to wake me up but, it never works. So I keep trying to go back to sleep, the tapping stops. You'd think that'll be great, right? Me too, but no, it starts again once I'm nearly asleep. "God,dammit." I murmured. Then I admitted defeat and dragged myself up outta bed. As soon as I pulled the covers off, I froze. It's so damn freezing! I grabbed my tiny blanket off my comforter and put it over my head like a cloake. Flynn would have a go at me for this, but I don't care, I'm cold. I stood up and the cold wood floor bit my sockless feet. "Cold-cold!" I whimpered as I hopped around like a hyper goat towards the door of my sad, empty room. All I have in there is my bed, closet, a night table with my alarm clock, and that damn window. I fumbly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, quickly stepping onto the warm carpet. I had a moment of calm but it was ruined by my forgetful ass, who forgot to turn off the light. To make my life oh so much more flavourful the light switch is so conveniently placed on the other side of the room. I growled at myself and forced myself to go back onto the freezing cold wood floor. I did my little goat hop all the way over to the light switch, turned the lights off and hopped my ass all the way back. Now, I close the door and blindly walk down the carpeted hall and hope I stop before I fall down the stairs. Upstairs consists  of my room, Noah's and Flynn's room, and Pop's room. My sad little room is at the end of the hall, Noah's room is in the middle of the hall on the left side. Flynn's is the same but on the right side. Pop's is at the end of the hall on the right side. Flynn sleeps like a rock, so no need to worry about waking him up. Noah, well, Noah doesn't sleep but magically he's never grumpy he's actually the exact opposite, he's happy and optimistic and precious. At the odd chance he isn't already up I blindly walk as quiet as I can. Now, pop is the one you have to worry about. If you breathe too loudly, he will wake up. It's like he has super sonic hearing or something! I'm not getting into who needs coffee in the morning or not because I'm holding onto the railing of the stairs for dear life right now. So what happened is I think I tripped over our hairless cat, Oscar. Oscar doesn't like me much, let me rephrase that, Oscar 100% hates me. Wanna know how I know? Well, let's see....He claws at me every time I walk by him, he bites me when I try to feed him, and he always hangs around my legs when I bring groceries in, which results in me falling flat on my ass with the groceries. But, whenever he's around Noah, Flynn or pop, he cuddles and licks and snuggles and never claws or bites any of THEM! I regain my pitiful sense of balance and use the railing as a reassurance as continued ever so slowly down the stairs of doom. I turn the corner and to absolutely no surprise at all I find the one and only Mr.Noah andromeda already awake, drinking his tea at the kitchen table. From the stairs you can see into the kitchen. On your left would be the front door and if you turn right would be the mini hallway to the living room. If you proceed forwards you will find yourself in the dining room/kitchen. I walked into the dining room. "Good morning sunshine." Said Noah with his stupid silly smile. "Are you cosplaying as a wizard? You're doing a great job of it!" Said Noah not sarcastically. "Sure." I yawned as I pulled out a leftover homemade breakfast burrito from yesterday morning, and slapped it onto a plate and shoved that magical gift from the burrito gods into the microwave to reheat. Noah happily sipped his tea, and munched on some toast while he read. "Would you like me to brew you some of my tea, Bryce?" Asked Noah. "No thanks. Want a burrito?" I offered stupidly. "No thanks, Bryce." Declined Noah. Noah is a vegetarian, he says that animals are too cute to be eating, and too pure. But he's really good about us eating meat, he doesn't move away or give us disgusting looks or try and get us to be vegetarians. he really doesn't mind at all. "How long have you been up for?" I asked because I was getting bored of the silence. I knew the answer of course, Noah has a morning ritual that he follows every day, no excuses. If he doesn't he gets really upset and starts panicking. Which isn't like Noah, he is very patient and you can't  get a rise out of him even if you took his tea, which is very important to him. Noah's morning ritual is that he wakes up at 5:30am everyday, changes into clean clothes, washes his face, goes to the bathroom, feeds Oscar, comes downstairs, opends the drapes in the living room, makes toast and tea then, sits at the dining table and reads while eating. After he eats he puts his stuff away and goes to brush his teeth, then goes on his daily morning walk. But the only thing he leaves alone is his hair, he doesn't brush it, he just washes it. Not that brushing it would make it look better. The timer beeped on the microwave and I opened it to get a whiff of the glorious deliciousness it had reheated for me. I reached for the plate holding my deliciousness but the plate was very hot. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. "Try, using a paper towel to take it out, and please say something else, Bryce." Suggested Noah. He hates when I swear. "Thanks, Noah, and Sorry." I apologized. "It's okay, Bryce." Said Noah. I reached for the paper towel roll on the counter but was met with an unpleasant sensation when I grabbed it. I quickly let go of it, and wiped my hand on my shirt(Flynn would not be pleased, but what he doesn't see can't hurt him). "Ick! What was that!?" I snapped. I carefully turned the roll around to find a yellow wet friend on the other side. "Oscar peed on the Paper towel!" I groaned, a little louder than I would've liked. Oscar's little wet friends had wiped out three paper towel rolls these past few weeks. Noah sighed, "Bryce you have to keep it down, Flynn and Pop are still sleeping". "Sorry, what do you want me to do with the paper towel?" I asked. "Could you bring it to me and I'll see if it's still salvageable." Asked Noah. I picked up the corner of the peed on paper towel roll and walked it over to Noah, careful to not put it on the table. Noah examined the paper towel like it was some interesting science or something like that. "Yeah, just take off about five pieces after the ones with Oscar's waste on it." Concluded Noah. I did as he said and put the peed towel in the green bin.Afterwards, I returned the towels to their rightful place, and washed my hands. I decided that I would use my blanket cloake to help me get my plate of deliciousness out of the microwave. I carefully set down the glass plate on the counter and close the microwave door. Oscar decided that my deliciousness was interesting and should be examined because while I was getting a napkin to put over the gift from the heavens I turned back around to see Oscar on the counter with his mouth and noes WAY too close to my prized nutriance. "No." I demanded, as I shook my finger at the cat. Useless decision, really. He wasn't going to listen to me even if one of his nine lives depended on it,  more like the like four he has left, anyway. I grabbed the devil of a cat and kept a somewhat good hold on the feline beast as it wriggled and clawed and gnawed on my hand. I could understand why, I mean if I was being forcefully taken away from the most delicious substance on Earth I would bite me too. I put the cat on the floor, normally I would've dropped that cat but Noah wouldn't be okay with it, and it's the least I can do for Noah's pure soul, so today I will not drop the devil cat with no bladder control. Oscar hissed at me then swaggered away to probably go pee on my homework for revenge. I turned to my delicious gift, sort of excited to finally be able to savour its beautiful contents.