KeyFrame: School of Rumors

chapter 1: an unlucky kitty

A normal day again; kids at school are running around, teenagers with bird-like wings zoom through the blue sky, grown-up centaurs have their morning run, fairies flutter to and fro with some carrying shopping bags from the latest sale, and a young girl about the age of thirteen was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom as the morning sun's rays had just started to warm up her pale fair face.

A calming purr came from her mouth as her body turned away from the sun and covered herself with the fluffy blanket as if to hide from it. The kiddo just didn't want to be disturbed unless it was important.

"Kya!" someone hollered as the girl's cat-like ears flicked from the sound of her own nickname being called. "Kyra, get out of bed! We have school." the voice called again, an older female who was just slightly above her age. The girl who was named Kyra didn't listen to what the older girl had just commanded, hearing her bedroom door open. As Kyra slept, the older girl groaned, stomping into her room and tugging off the blanket from her grasp as Kyra screamed.

"Out!" she shouted. Kyra whimpered in response as she then puffed her cheeks, the older girl couldn't help but giggle at the younger cat. "C'mon little sis, no one wants Yoru to start yapping~"

"but but!" Kyra managed to mutter as the older sister went to her closet, Kyra seeing the slight change in her. It was as if she had grown in grace and beauty. Her long hair was kept in a ponytail and she was much taller than her as well.

A pile of clothes was soon tossed to the little sister's bed, Kyra finally got out of bed as her older sister handed the younger girl a weird-looking brush. "Why are you giving me your tail brush?" she asked, glancing at the object before her eyes darted back to her older sister's soft playful smirk before she bonked the girl on her head with the tail brush in hand. "Ow~!" Kyra whined.

"You always lose them to the abyss under your bed dummy!!!" her older sister rubtled in a way where she seemed to be making a point, she was. The little sister then huffed at the older one, the older sister ruffling the girl's hair. "You know I'm telling the truth, right?" she asked in a softer voice with a giggle, Kyra admittedly nodded to her own defeat.

"Which is why I want to keep it. For keepsake so that you won't easily lose it, and~ that I already put a spell on it so you don't."

"Mythinel!!!" Kyra hollered loudly even though her sister was right in front of her, the older girl laughing at her sister's dorky reaction.

"Chill out, I didn't mean it! Now, shoot your scats to the bathroom~! Ow~" the older sibling named Mythinel said as she felt a sharp tiny needle-like pain on her tail, looking down behind herself to see a cream-colored tiny hamster-like creature with a long fluffy tail that could be compared to a fox as it squeaked at her. The girl sighed. "And maybe teach your pet some respect," she grunted quietly, the creature squeaking happily in response.

Myth then sighed in annoyance as she heard her sister's rampaging feet and water turning on, seeing that the girl had obeyed for the sake of her own hygiene. Though, when Kyra came back, she started having a tough time with brushing her tail, grunting to a point where she actually bonked her head right into her closet and fell over. Her sister soon came over, crouching down as she tilted her head.

"You ok down there?" she asked, Kyra, putting her thumb up high before letting it flop back down to her head, groaning and moaning in pain as Myth sighed. "C'mon then, lemme help you out," she said, helping her clumsy little sister to her feet and brushing her tail out while Kyra herself began to brush out her hair, her ears flicking every time her sister would chat about anything interesting that might've happened to her when she woke up before the youngest sibling.

"And then Frost got himself chased by Shilo and Uncle Takoma." she ended off as Kyra held in her laughter, it almost sounded like a fairy's giggle. The boy named Frost was Kyra's older brother, yet to Myth, her younger brother who was the closest to Kyra's age.