The Night Tournaments

1 - Bree

When I woke up in the morning, my heart was pounding with anticipation. 

It was the first day of school today, and I was now officially in 9th grade at Seaside Heights High School. After the Eiffel Tower Music Festival Summer Camp Program had ended in August (only a little more than a week ago), my four best friends, Flynn Armani, Arielle Thatcher, Claude Jackson, and Archer West, and I had all returned back home to LA. It had felt really great to be back, but after experiencing so many things in Paris during the summer, I still missed participating in the summer camp and having all of those awesome adventures with my friends.

My full name was Breanne Campbell, but I preferred it if everyone just called me Bree. I didn't really like fancy, long full names to begin with. I was now fourteen years old, and although I lived in Los Angeles in the US, I was technically of German descent. Which was a little ironic, since I had never been to Germany before. I was pretty tall and had fair skin, blonde hair with a streak of pink and blue in the front in my loose bangs, and cool brown eyes. I always wore a purple beanie, and I always tied my hair back in a ponytail. I wore bracelets and wristbands by the dozen at all times, and I loved music and always had at least one earbud in my ear whenever I could. I was a calm, collected, logical, and considerate person. I didn't let anything or anyone affect me in any way, and I always put on a straight face so that nobody knew what I was feeling on the inside. I was also very curious and loved mysteries, so I guessed that it was lucky that I had encountered two during the summer.

I had three frequently-annoying younger sisters: Skipper, who was thirteen, Kiara, who was twelve, and Stacie, who was eleven.

Skipper, my oldest younger sister, also called Skip, had dark blue eyes, long, straight dark brown hair with a purple streak at the front and at the ends, a slim build, was very cool and calm like me, and loved technology. She was on her phone all the time and loved ignoring people. She was probably my favorite sister, too.

Kiara, also called Ki-Ki, had a softer and more outgoing personality than me and was usually very friendly and popular. She had long eyelashes, pale blue eyes, and really pretty wavy golden-blonde hair. Kiara was the most fashionable sister, and she loved jewelry. She always wore necklaces and earrings, and she usually liked putting her hair in a messy bun every day with a variety of scrunchies. I had not asked my mom and dad to let me get my ears pierced, though; I didn't really care about that.

Stacie, my youngest sister, also called Stace, was more sporty and loved wearing activewear like tank tops, colorful bomber jackets, shorts, and running shoes. She loved basically EVERY SINGLE SPORT in the world - her favorites being volleyball, basketball, and swimming. She liked putting her dirty-blonde hair in a high ponytail all the time, and she wore no jewelry most of the time; instead, she wore a blue-and-white baseball cap 24/7. That was one similarity between us, since I, myself, was so attached to my beanie. She had bright green eyes and an athletic build.

My mom had pale blonde hair and bluish-green eyes, and my dad had darker brown hair with cool brown eyes. I was the only sister who had brown eyes instead of lighter-colored ones, and Skipper was the only one with brown hair. I figured that I had gotten my eyes from my dad.

When I had arrived back home after my trip to Paris, my sisters had been extra nice to me for a grand total of eleven hours (yes, I had counted). Unfortunately, after that, their regular routines of stealing my favorite leather jacket, accidentally throwing my beloved short story drafts in the trash, and annoying me to pieces by talking about fictitious relationships from novels had continued.

Skipper had turned thirteen a few months ago, which meant that she would now be attending Seaside Heights with me; my other two sisters still had to stay at Los Angeles Public Elementary School. She was pretty stoked about finally becoming a high schooler, since she thought that it meant more freedom and cooler friends. I wasn't so sure about those parts, but nonetheless, I encouraged her excitement about attending a new school.