New Faces

Part 1

The light pitter-patter of rain on my window woke me at 7:00 am. I checked my phone, like I do every morning, expecting no notifications, but surprisingly I had a few. I opened the messages and rolled my eyes at the sympathetic messages from “friends” of mine that haven’t said a word to me in the last three years. I set my phone down and stretched my arms behind my head causing a rather loud yawn to escape my lips.

 “Keira dear?” The soft whisper of my mother’s voice entered the room. I looked in the direction of the blank white door to my room. I saw her soft pale skin framing her dark green eyes look over the empty walls and then rest on me sitting up in my bed. I raised my eyebrows not saying a word. She quietly entered the room barely making a sound with her petite feet on the marble floor. “Honey. I know you didn’t want to move, but you only have this one year left with me before you go off to college. I wanted you by my side. Is that so much for a mother to ask of her daughter?” I looked away, out the window and stared at the drops of water falling from the sky. I felt my mom get up from the end of my bed and watched her walk out of the room.

 I got up and walked to the window caressed my hand against the cherry window seat and looked at the rain one last time. “Well, Goodbye to life I knew. Hello North Carolina. This is going to be one hell of a summer.”

 I opened the door to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My chocolate brown hair was a bird’s nest and my eyeliner from yesterday made me look like I had two black eyes. I washed my face and put my loose curls into a messy ponytail.

 “Keira! Stop being such a girl and hogging the bathroom!” My 16 year old brother said banging on the door. I waited for the little squirt to stop banging and quietly walked to the door. I could hear him mumbling to himself. I giggled to myself and opened the door rather quickly and watched as my brother collapsed to the floor. “You little bitch!” He yelled trying to get up out of the laundry hamper her fell into. “Sorry Georgie didn’t know you were there. His face flamed up and he ran down the hall after me.

 “What happened?” My mother said as she saw George and I race to the kitchen. “Keira pushed me and I fell.” I laughed and stopped immediately when my mother gave me a stern look. “Keira apologize to your brother.” My mother said. I rolled my eyes and said “Sorry Georgie” He flinched when he heard the pet name, but I didn’t stop there. “Oh by the way, George called me a bitch.” Both of their eyes grew three sizes. “George! That’s not a nice word to call your sister! Go to your room.” He gave me death glare and I just smirked back.

 Satisfied with what I had done, I grabbed a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and walked back into my room and sat down in front of the tower of boxes filled with all my stuff. My to do list for today included jamming out to my music, emptying these boxes, making this room less empty, and convincing my mother to let me get tickets for Warped Tour. I set my empty bowl on the window seat and picked up the first box. “Time to get started.”

 

 “Will you turn that angry girl crap off?!” George came into my room and unplugged my Ipod. He casually walked back into his room as if nothing was wrong. I got up off the floor and walked into his room. He was sitting at his desk and playing Slenderman on his laptop. I snuck up behind him and screamed “Boo!” George jumped out of his chair and screamed like a 5 year old girl. I found myself on the floor laughing so hard that I was clutching my stomach. “Pay…back” I said in between laughs. “That was totally uncalled for!”

 “Aw Georgie’s pouting like a little child. Does someone want his mommy?” I said in a baby voice. “No! Shut up!” George said fixing his wrinkled shirt and sitting back down in his rolly chair. “By the way. Sleeping with Sirens is not angry girl crap. And Kellin Quinn is a god.” I said patting the annoying brat on the head and heading back to my room, closing the door, and blasting Sleeping with Siren’s new album, Feel.