Monsters

"Don't tell me your afraid of ghosts, Matty!"

We sit in the taxi, being moved up and down with the beat of the wheels. Matthias (or Matty), my "responsible" seventeen-year old brother is asleep against the window, drool dripping down the glass in sync with a raindrop. He has soft blonde hair and the family trademark piercing grey eyes, and soft brown skin; he was the heartbreaker, the Summer boy, life of the party, the man who stole girls hearts and protected mine. But behind his muscles and height, he was a wuss.

I'm his little sister, and the total opposite. I'm Kathrine, and aged fifteen, brown thick hair that curled unwillingly, pale as a vampire but with the same piercing eyes- intimidating and scary covered by thick, geeky glasses ; I am the quiet one admired at a distance, contented indoors and scarcely leave the house unless I'm doing me martial art classes - Karate, Judo, TuKindu, Wrestling, Kickboxing and Sword fighting. I'm average height, maybe a bit taller, but I like to protect myself.

Our mom died when I was about three, maybe younger, I don't remember. Matty was five. It was a car crash; her sister, Aunt Della, had an epileptic fit and killed herself, her sister and another car passengers. After that, dad was never the same - he threw himself into his work, and it took him overseas. At first, we had a 'nanny' but when Matty turned sixteen, we lived alone, the two of us. Dad sent us money, and called us frequently, and when we asked him to move from our hometown of London to a new place - remote and quiet- he let us willingly, and that's where we are going now.

We slow down, at a slow roll. I look out the window; there was a small house, cosy and simple, made out of red-brick. It had a thin brown door, and a large window in the frount, covered by thick curtains. I look up to the next floor, and see a window seat. I mentally own that room. Before us, it was owned by an old couple with a granddaughter under there care, about my age. I hoped that the girl had the window room. As we pulled up to the house, I shuck Matty awake. He groaned, attempting to push me away. "We're here!" I say, and he suddenly looks around, full of life. The car slowly rolls to a stop, and we get out hurridly, pulling out our clothing suitcases. Matty's was big and bulky, mine was small and roomy, and then we had the cardboard box's. They had all our material and electrical goods, and things like plates and cutlery. I pay the driver and tip, and then we haul them into the house.

The house was beautiful. The living room was a white and red design. The large window went from ceiling to floor, and had a white polished rim. The TV hung on the wall and was as broad as the chimney breast. There was modern white sofas on either side of the room with red pillows, and a white and red carpet. As my dad was an interior designer, I guessed it was his doing. Matty dropped them on the sofa, stretching out. I placed mine next to his, and roll my back. We walk upstairs after seeing a black and white kitchen. We find the bathroom first, with a deep oval bath that dad knows I like. I thank him silently as we walk, dumbfounded to the next room. It was royal blue, with a double bed, a large waldrobe and a chest of draws. It was simplistic, with room for him to drop his stuff. He grins, looking at the double bed, and I shake my head knowing he's thinking about the ladies. Obviously.
I find my room next. It's a cherry red, and the carpet is soft and fluffy, with a deep red rig central. A queen size bed is in the corner with cherry pattern duvet. I see the bookshelves and draws and a waldrobes- and the window seat! It has a small cream perch and red pillows and then the glass over viewing the garden, all green and pure.

Matty sighs, indicating he wants to move on to the last room at the hall. I follow reluctantly and then Matty tries the door, but it doesn't open. He wipes his sweaty hand on my face, then tried again, and after straining for a while he gives up. He sighs.

"Bloody hell, I give up. Anyway, I'm going to go and meet some lady friends." I roll my eyes at him and he ruffles my hair. I shoo him off. "Don't get into any trouble. Don't run off. And do something preductive. I'll order pizza later okay?" He says and I nod. "Come here Katty." He says and I hug.
I huddle against him. "What do you think is in that door? Zombies? Ghosts?"
Matty tences at ghosts. "Don't tell me your afraid of ghosts, Matty!" I laugh.
He pushes me away and walks off muttering how I ruin bonding moments.
I shake my head and begin unpacking.