Once Upon A Blood Moon

The soft chirps of a baby bird signals the start of Autumn. A new season, and another term that I will still be stuck in school. I groaned as i rose up from my bed and wiped my tired eyes. I trudged slowly towards bathroom attached to my room and grabbed a towel on the way. As I rinse my face and brush my teeth, thoughts run through my head. I try to steady them and slowly figure them out.

'She's not ready!'. My mums voice echoed in my head..

She's not ready for what? Who is she?' I thought to myself. I paced back and forth in the bathroom as I debated with myself if I should tell my parents this. They're going to think I'm crazy, and possibly get me therapy. Or they may ignore me, like always nowadays.. My parents are amazing don't get me wrong, it's just as my 16th birthday gets nearer, my parents get more distant.. At least i have my faithful brother with me.. in spirit...

I rinsed out my mouth and finished changing into my clothes. Grabbing my flask, I wore my once white socks, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I raced down the stairs, skipping one step and turning towards the kitchen, to find both my parents in robes sitting down on the table drinking coffee. I immediately stopped in my tracks.. My parents hardly ever stay at home these days, with their very frequent business trips they've been having. A project, they say.

"Good morning, Rayen." The women said, her long light chocolate brown locks were now tied up in a neat bun but with some loose tendrils falling disobediently out of her bun and cupping her smooth face, her soft green eyes shown with love and her smile soft but tensed. Ladies would always tell my mum that she never seemed to age. I myself couldn't help but agree along with the ladies. The other handsome man at the other side sitting directly opposite the woman, had slightly ruffled sandy blonde hair, and his eyes, a lovely shade of frost blue that seem to always pierce through your soul. At that moment, they both looked liked those photo-shopped models you see in magazine and try to convince yourself, that its not possible for someone to look like that. There's also no wonder why those two fell in love with each other with the way their body language showed that they both absolutely loved every single fiber of the other person.

"Mornin', mum." I replied as I grabbed a granola bar from the cupboard.

"Remember what I told you.. About dropping your 'g's? " Mum warned as she raised one of her neatly trimmed eyebrows.

"Good MORNING." I munched out loud to my mums displeasure. Oh well, I thought, my mum could do with some stress. "So what brings you two the pleasure of actually taking time off your 'project' ?" I asked as I pored coffee into my plastic flask that I brought to school usually on Monday mornings. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw both of them flinch with what I just said. I instantly feel guilty, but then reminded myself of how they have been ignoring me these few days.

"Well-" Mum started only to have dad interrupt her.

"We need to talk to you.." Dad faltered slightly as mum kicked him underneath the table and glared at dad. I looked questioningly at the both of them, I knew they were hiding something from me. Despite mum glaring daggers at him, he continued. " about.. The family.."

Almost immediately I got what they were saying. "Mum, Dad, it's fine. I know about me being adopted.. unless i'm somehow colour blind. Anyways, how could one of the most gorgeous couple of all produce such a hideous child ?"

"Oh honey," Mum dropped of her bar stool and walked gracefully towards me and embraced me in a hug, burying my head into her neck. I held my hands around her hips, and snuggled closer, the comfortable warmth radiating off her body was soaked up by my cold body. "You are way more beautiful than both of us combined together. "

"About that Rayen, we know that you've acknowledged us being your adoptive parents.." His voice drifting off before focusing back on the present again. "The question is, Rayen, would you like to return to your biological family."

"Wait, what do you mean return..?" I asked peering slightly at dad.

"Meaning, stay with your biological parents." He replied.

"What about you guys?" I asked concern etched all over my features.

"We'll visit you if you want to." Mum replied this time.

"Your biological parents have managed to find you, and asked if it was okay to.." His eyebrows scrunched together as he thought of a better way to phrase it. ".. Get you back. It's all your choice of course." He quickly added.

"Wait so you mean, I'll be moving in with them?!" I asked. "But I don't even know them, and they don't know me.." I trailed off thinking about my choices.. This was definitely something no teenager should have to handle in the morning, especially on Mondays. "I would like to know who they are of course, but I'm not really sure about returning.. I mean, they are probably awesome, but I just.. Don't know them.." I stuttered.

"Take as long as you want to, honey." He said as he walked over and enveloped me into another hug, with my mum following after, leaving me sandwiched in between them both. "Don't think too harsh about this.."

"'Kay, thanks. I will." I replied as they released me from their tight embrace.

"Take care, be good. And remember violence never solves anything!" My mum smiled at me as she handed me my lunch and my full flask.

"I will!" I shouted as I raced down the long hallway and to the grand door. Nodding at Elizabeth, my personal bodyguard.. Well, not really, she actually just drives me around places, and occasionally help me out with my homework, when no one has the time to.. But she could be like the sister I always wanted whenever she wanted to, but when she had to do her job and be professional, she'd never let her life ever get in the way of her job. Today, the ride was tensed. Elizabeth didn't nod back at me at the door, neither did she try to make any small talk during the ride to school. Things must be really rough for her back at home. I didn't push her, because knowing her, that if she doesn't talk at all, it means it was already taking a load of effort to stop herself from falling apart, and talking about it would just lead to waterfalls. The car abruptly comes to a halt right outside school, as my hand connects with the car door I give Elizabeth another nod and a quiet thanks, before I exit the car. Slamming the car door shut, I walk forward to what I find that Brent, my older brother seemed to have described perfectly well. Living Hell.