No Time For Love

Chapter 1

Author's Note

Alright so this is my first fanfiction and I doubt anyone will see it but if anyone does leave comments and vote and stuff and you're amazayn (:

Chapter 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I groan, struggling to get out of bed to turn my alarm clock off. Turning over in my bed, and gently shake my sister Arial awake.

"Arial," I say sleepily. "We have school today, wake up." She stirs groggily, and I roll out of bed, and stumble to the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water in my face to wake up properly. I step out of the bathroom and see Arial is still half in bed, half not. Her rumpled curly brown hair is on the pillow, but her legs are on the ground. I laugh in spite of myself, because she was such an adorable twelve-year-old. At least until she woke up properly. I picked up a nearby pillow and threw it at her.

"Arial. Get up." I say, sternly. Arial picks her head up, shoots me an evil look, and throws the pillow back forcefully. I smile at her. "There you are. Now go brush your teeth, I'm making breakfast."

"Do me a favor and don't make pancakes." She grumbles, stalking into the bathroom behind me and closing the door. I sigh. She was a bubbly, crazy little kid just two and a half years ago, until our lives changed forever.

I walk into the small kitchen with its sparse amount of food, and try to find something that could be used as breakfast. I have to stand on my tip-toes to reach some of the cabinets, which is one of the problems of being five three and having to practically run your household. I finally find a box of just-add-water oatmeal and some raisins. I grimace, knowing Arial will be severely pissed off, but it's the best I can do. I put the box down, and am just about to open it when I hear a soft voice next to me. "Mira?"

It's my mother. She used to be the life and soul of our home, until my father died in an accident two years ago. She had been a doctor, but depression after my father's death caused her to quit her job. When she first fell into depression, I can remember pleading with her to get up, eat, do anything, while she simply stared apathetically out the window. Eventually I left her alone, and that's when I started running our household. She was better nowadays, not as faded and lost, but not her former self. There were still days she sat and stared out the window. She had been beautiful, but she stopped caring after my father's death, and now her formerly luscious, long brown hair hung dirty and lank at her shoulders. Her face had gained wrinkles, and her skin was pale from lack of sun. Today, there was something in her expression that I hadn't seen in a few months- determination

"Yes, Mum?" I say uncertainly.

"Go get ready. I'll make breakfast." she says, gently pushing me aside as she moved around the kitchen to find something to make. I watch her for a bit, hoping she doesn't burn anything, and then turn to leave. She did this every few months, suddenly leaving whatever apathetic state she existed in to cook breakfast, and generally be a normal mom for an entire day. The next day though, everything would be normal. Other days, she would drink and rage at me and Arial, throwing things and screaming. I shudder, thinking of the last time she'd done that, and turn and walk back to mine and Arial's room. She's standing in the bathroom, wearing a crop-top exposing her stomach and tiny ripped up jean shorts.

"Arial, what are you wearing?" I ask her, walking up to her.

"I'm wearing whatever I want, Mira," she says scornfully. I roll my eyes walk over to the closet we share, and search for something more decent for her to wear.

"You are twelve years old and shouldn't be dressing like a slut," I say calmly as I pull out some slightly longer shorts and a tank top for her to wear.