Let Me Go

Prologe

"Good morning Rex!" I woke my kid brother up.

"Go away Hazel!" He threw a pillow at me, ironically a hazel colored pillow.

"Don't make me jump on you!" I stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Don't you dare!" He yelled back at me. And in under a second I charged at his bed jumping on him.

"Oh I dare." I smirked at him, "get up before I start to tickle you!" I lifter up my hands moving my fingers.

"I'm up! I'm up!" He got out of bed and ran downstairs.

"Your not getting away that easily!" I ran after him, my light brown hair getting in my face every few seconds making me need to push it away.

"Just watch me!" He said, his medium length brown hair was floating in the air. He took a sharp turn, a turn I tried to do as well but since I was wearing socks and couldn't grip I flew straight into the wall. The one morning I shouldn't have worn socks I did.
"Told ya so!" He laughed in my face.

"Now what is going on over here?" My mother asked, her blonde hair up in a messy pony tail.

"She started it!" Rex said pointing at me. I just rolled my eyes and got up.

"Can't you two just go one morning without arguing?" She sighed at us.

"Not really." I poked at Rex.

"Breakfast is in the kitchen." She motioned us away.

Rex just raced to get the first slice of bacon. Did I say first? I mean 5.

"Where's mine?" I asked.

"Snooze ya loose." He pointed at the soggier pieces of bacon at the bottom. I just sighed and put them on my plate and grabbed a light brown crisp slice of toast.

"What ever weirdo." I spread butter on my toast, watching as it melted beautifully. I looked to the walls see paintings that were painted beautifully by my kid brother, just 10 years of age. Exquisite pieces of work, and then in the bottom of my desk drawers were my stick figures. Rex, 10 years old painting beautiful landscapes. Then me, 16 years old still drawing stick figures. Sometimes I think I'm adopted, I'm the only one in my family who can properly hold a guitar and play. They are all artists, my dad even has a piece of work in a museum, Rex not far behind. He painted like a Picasso, then I painted like a two year old kid.

"Talent show auditions are this week, your trying out right?" My dad asked me.

"Uh, yeah. I guess." I shrugged at him. He just looked at me waiting for a better answer. "Ugh! Yes! I can't wait!" I said in a really monotone voice.

"That's more like it." He gave me a kiss on the forehead.
I finished my food, grabbed my guitar case and backpack and left for school.

A/N:
Alright, new original coming out! I got this story idea from the book If I Stay. It's a really beautiful book and you should check it out. I'm not sure how long it'll be for me to update chapter one but it'll hopefully be soon.

Anyways, that sign off isn't just for my fanfic... Let's do this!

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xoxo
Clara