9.11.2084 Monday Morning

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9.11.2084 Monday Morning

"Kitty wake up!" yelled my little brother, the next morning. I slowly opened my big eyes and glanced up at him, giving him the evil stare; which made him dash off, yelling, "Mom says for you to get up now! You’re going to be late for school again!"

‘Oi va, little brothers are such a pain,’ I thought quickly as I slipped off the bed and began to pull on something suitable. "I’m coming," I shouted as I pulled on my favorite tee with lions on it. I ran out of my bedroom and down the hall before my brother could yell again. He didn’t have a clue of why I wanted to sleep in because of what I did at night or what I truly was.

"Kitty, are you taking me for ice-cream after school today?" he asked as I sat down beside him at the kitchen table. He had already poured me a bowl of cheerio’s with lots of milk, just like I loved it.

"Sure Pete. It might be a little later than planned, but of course," I answered as I glanced at him. He was fourteen now with short blond hair and big green eyes; which were so unlike my bright red hair and huge blue eyes. He was defiantly similar to my mom, while I was more like my dad.

"Why?" he wined and I gave him the look again. "Kitty, I should know why. I am the man of the house." He crossed his arms and watched me.

"Don’t remind me," I snapped as I remembered the day that my mother told me that my dad was dead. We hadn’t spoken about it for eight years, when I had been ten. "I have to do something, okay?"

"Alright Kitty," he moaned as he finally gave up and grabbed his book bag. "Will you drive me?"

"Of course, Pete," I laughed as I grabbed my keys and we headed to the car. Pete was defiantly short for Peter, but Pete just seemed to fit my brother so much better. I slowly drove him to school before going to high-school for my final year.

I hurried down the hall, being wary not to run into anyone. I stuck my bag into the locker and headed to my first class. From the looks of the other students and the teacher, I already knew this was going to be a long year and sadly it was only the second week.

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