Who Are You?

Chapter 2

    The next morning, Lyric woke up to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon. Her stomach grumbled hungrily, slowly opening her eyes to see the time on her clock. 6:56 am.

    Yawning, Lyric stretched her arms and legs before dragging herself out of bed. Normally, she wouldn't get up this early, but her parents insisted on her waking up at a 'decent' time. "I hate my life." She groaned under her breathe, half asleep as she walked over to her mahogany vanity that rested across from her bed.

    Looking in the mirror, Lyric could see that during the night her pretty curled hair had turned into a lions mane and she cringed at the sight. Grabbing her brush, she brushed out her long purple hair before tying it up into a messy ponytail. "Now that that's done..." She sighed, her eyes shifting from her reflection in the mirror and towards her make-up bag.

    Around twenty minutes later, Lyric gave a smile of satisfaction as she inspected her almost perfect winged eye-liner in the mirror. Her lashes were combed and mascaraed to perfection while her lips were a soft tint of purple. And if you couldn't tell by now, purple was Lyrics favourite colour.

    Looking for something easy, yet fashionable, to wear, Lyric made her way to her walk in closet and pulled out a white muscle tee with black words on the front reading 'Space Out' and galaxy shorts to match. Her look was quite simple, but also quite adorable and modern.

    Finally, after what seemed to take forever, Lyric headed downstairs to meet her family in the dining room. Light shined into the house from the deck windows, illuminating the polished maple wood floor. The marble table was set with syrup and six black plates, two of which contained a stack of pancakes and bacon. The remaining four plates which remained empty with a fork and knife were for Lyric, her mother, her father, and her older brother Andrew.

    "Good morning, darling." Her mother practically sang as she walked over to sit at the table, clearly in a good mood this Saturday morning.

    "Morning Mom, thanks for breakfast." Lyric said with a small smile that quickly disappeared as she sat at the table.

    "Lyric, you should really wear longer shorts, what if a predator sees you in that?" Her father noted as he came to the table with two cups of coffee, placing one down beside her mother as Lyric sighed in annoyance.

    "Dad, nothing is going to happen, I promise." She promised dryly as she used her fork to add a pancake to her plate while her father rolled his eyes.

    Suddenly, a boy came running down the stairs loudly, clearly in a hurry. Cursing under his breathe he struggled to haul a duffel bag over his shoulder. "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late." He panicked as he grabbed a few keys off from the kitchen counter. He had handsome dirty blonde hair that was styled upwards and his skin was tanned lightly with obvious muscles in his arms. He had light blue eyes that popped, and he wore a fitting grey t-shirt and black jeans. He could pass as a male model, standing at around six foot, three inches while Lyric stood at five foot and five inches.

    "Just because your late doesn't mean you get the privilege to cuss in my house." Lyrics father reminded the boy in a stern voice.

    "Sorry Dad." He replied, rushing around and grabbing things he needed.

    "Dear brother, what are you late for this time?" Lyric chimed, asking her year older brother with a smirk, taunting him.

    Andrew shot a glare towards Lyric before heading toward the front door. "My dearest sister, I'm late for football practice." He informed, putting on his shoes.

    "But it's the long weekend?" Lyric looked at him wide-eyed, surprise in her voice.

    "That doesn't mean jack to my coach." He replied, annoyance in his voice as he opened the door, "I'll be home around eleven or twelve. See ya'!" He added on quickly before slamming the door closed after he left, leaving no time for anyone to reply.