Fly

Chapter 3

My phone rang, blaring my alarm, and I groaned, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn't until I actually opened my eyes that I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom. "Life starts now," I whispered.

Reaching over to my phone, I slammed my fist onto the alarm and rolled out of bed. Trudging over to the small connecting bathroom, I yawned, grabbing my toothbrush. Tiredly, I squeezed the toothpaste out and onto my brush. Brushing my teeth, I scrolled through my blog's Instagram. The notifications were going wild, as people liked and commented on my photos, past and present. I quickly logged out and logged into my personal account.

Username: kylieamatthews

Password: *************

Monotonously, I scrolled through my feed. No one really liked my photos on my personal, but giving that I only had about 197 followers, I wasn't too bothered. 197 followers on my personal didn't compare to the 6.9 million I had on 'indie.vibes01'. The sheer amount was insanity! 6.9 MILLION people were walking with me on a journey called life. 6.9 million, almost to 7 million... Wow, I mean I couldn't believe that this many people would love my blog, rants and whatnot.

I glanced at the time on my phone. 6:22 am. Rushing through brushing my teeth, I headed over to where I kept my clothes, and saw the empty luggage bag. Jadzia must have put them into the drawers. I stumbled over to the drawers and pulled out two articles of clothing out, just happened to be my Nirvana muscle tee and my denim shorts. Quickly changing, I threw my laptop, notebooks, and folders into my backpack.

I sashayed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I smelled eggs and bacon. "Kylie! You're up! I've made breakfast for the three of us. Can you wake Dylan?" Jadzia asked. "His room is next to mine." I nodded and headed upstairs. I walked up to the room that Jadzia specifically told me, and knocked. "Dylan?"

When there was no answer, I let myself in. There he was, sleeping soundly on the mattress. I walked back downstairs. "Um, Jadzia?" I asked, and she turned around.

"Hmm?"

"He's still asleep, like passed out asleep." I said sheepishly.

"Oh, I know the perfect trick to wake him up." she said, "Wanna help?" I nodded and she pulled out two large buckets. "Okay, go get lots of ice for the buckets, then we'll fill them with water." I did what she told me, and we got it done in a matter of minutes.

"Wait here. I need to get something." she set her bucket down and dashed into her room. She came back with a few small cameras. "Perfect." We went into his room and set up all the cameras and hit record on all of them.

We held the buckets over him, one over the top half of his body, and one over the bottom half. "Three, Two," Jadzia whispered, "One!" And we dumped the ice cold water onto Dylan. His eyes shot open when he jumped up and screamed bloody murder. "AHHH! Oh my god! That's so cold! をああ神がキリストイエスを神私のああとても冷たいワーッああ(Translation(roughly): Oh God Jesus Christ. Oh my god. So cold augh ah!!!!)!!!!!!" he screamed in Japanese. Dylan and I were fluent in Japanese. "OH GOD. I HATE YOU OH MY GOD." he yelped, then smirked, "Give me a hug Jad." He opened his arms and walked slowly to Jadzia.

"No way Dyl." she screeched, running around the room.

"C'mon. Kylie?" he opened his arms and ran towards me, "Give your brother a hug!" I shook my head and ran out of the room and into the first room I saw. I shut the door and I slipped a chair I found under the doorknob. I turned around and looked at the room. It was a pale yellow, pink, and blue. There were giraffes, elephants, and birds stuck to the wall, and a crib in the corner. Was Jadzia pregnant? was the only thing running through my mind. Framed letters of the alphabet lined the room. I opened the door and was engulfed in a wet hug.