Fireworks {ON HOLD}

Normal School, Abnormal Kids

Pic of Maya to side, minus her eyes and long hair--otherwise, it's the best I could find~>

Also, sorry this chapter is so long--I promise I'll try to make them shorter

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groaned. Stupid alarm clock.

I flung my hand out, searching for the source of the noise. I kept my head under my pillow, not willing to let go of sleep. The only thing I succeeded in was knocking the alarm clock onto my bed, making it even louder.

"Fine!" I shouted, even though it was just an alarm clock. "I get it! I'm up!" Somehow, I managed to turn it off without actually ripping it to shreds. I groaned, then dragged myself up out of bed, trudging to my dresser and pulling out a pair of old blue jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a big, baggy black sweatshirt. I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror. Long, wavy black hair, large, amber eyes, tan skin, and a small, willowly form. Not much to look at. Running a brush through my hair, I pulled on the pair of black gloves I wore everywhere. If I got mad and started to lose control, I had to have a back up to keep the sparks hidden.

I grabbed my school bag and rushed downstairs. I didn't need make-up. It would just attract attention.

"Morning, Dad," I said, pausing quickly in my quest to the kitchen to give my dad a brief hug. He was sitting in the third bedroom that served as a storage room, a guest room, and my dad's 'office'. Surrounded by piles of papers and all sorts of random stuff, along with our one and only laptop, I could tell he was working on his stocks. Stocks were part hobby part extra-ways-to-get-money for my dad. His actual job was an engineer.

My dad is like my mom: encouraging, caring, and kind. He has dark brown hair with a few strands of silvery-gray in it, and laughing blue eyes, always with a spark of humor in them.

"Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?" he asked, and I got the feeling he had heard my screams.

I didn't want to worry him, so I waved a hand as if to dismiss the topic. "Fine, just fine." I said. I caught him giving me a sympathetic look, and his expression was thoughtful. I avoided his gaze and skipped out of the room, trying to look carefree.

"Hurry up, Raina! Montana will be here in five minutes to pick you up!" my mom called, just as I entered the warm, bright kitchen filled with sunlight. My mom walked over to me from where she was making scrambled eggs and gave me a 'good morning' squeeze. "Here," she said, handing me a brown paper bag. "I made your lunch, but you'll have to pay for a drink at school."

I eagerly opened the bag and looked up at her. "No cookie?" I questioned.

My mom shot me a, 'whatever', glance and I stuck my tongue playfully out at her. My dad strolled into the room, and sat down at the table to read the newspaper. I poured some orange juice into a glass and gulped it down, then wolfed down the eggs my mom had made. "Eat more slowly, Raina! You'll choke!" she said, looking at me disapprovingly.

"Sorry," I tried to say, but since my mouth was full of scrambled eggs, it came out as something like, 'Shoomree'. My mom rolled her eyes and turned around to pour herself some coffee. I swallowed, and my dad winked at me. I winked back, taking my plate to the sink.

I heard the crunching of tires of rocks, and dashed into the bathroom, brushing my teeth in record time. I darted back into the kitchen, grabbing my bag just as the doorbell rang. My mom opened the door. "Hello, Montana! Raina'll be here in a moment."

"Thanks," said a voice outside.

I planted a quick kiss on my dad's head, then hugged my mom on the way out. "Have a good day, Raina!" my mom called after me. I smiled and waved good-bye before turning to the girl next to me.