We stood there in a deadlock, just him and I. The knife, in his hand, shone in the pale broken moonlight.
"Come on then. Cut me already," I was shocked to learn it was me yelling. He released a feral growl as he leapt toward me, with his arm poised to strike.
"I'ma kill you, you bitch," he spat. With a grunt he thrust the glistening, silver blade deep, deep into my yielding flesh.
* * * * *
"Come on, Onyx. Get up already," my sister, Diamond, pouted. We may be twin but that is almost were our similarities end. Where as I am deathly pale with striking midnight black hair, she has a perfect tan with wavy, blond locks. The only other thing we share, besides a last name, is our fathers startling green eyes.
To get her to stop pouting, I yelled, "I'm up. I'm up so stop whining." I rolled out of bed and walked over to my closet, where I threw on a pair a black skinny jeans, and a black "The Used" t-shirt. On my way out, I slipped on my black converse.
I walked down the steps and into the kitchen to find something to eat. I found Dia, Mark, and Lucas sitting at the table eating my mothers buttermilk pancakes. Mom was in the last kitchen chair talking to Dia and Mark. My mother looked nothing like the thirty-eight years she was. She had a willowy, teenage frame. She wore her chestnut hair in a layered pixie cut, that showed her wide hazel eyes. She didn't look a day over twenty, but her eyes showed the strain of being a single mother.
Dia and Mark were sitting next to each other, like usual. They had been best friends as long as I can remember, but I think recently they have become a little bit more than friends. I mean, I see the way she looks at him, like he I the only one in the room. Mark has shaggy, chocolate brown hair and warm brown eyes. Since he I on the soccer team he is slightly buff, and has a golden tan.
"Hey, Onyx. Go to sleep late?" Lucas asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, someone kept me up until 3:30, because they needed help on their science project," I replied.
Luke laughed and said, "Are you sure you weren't online shopping?"
"Stereotypical much? Luke, you know I hate shopping," I replied as I walked to the cabinet to get a bowl. Everyone laughed as I rummaged in the cabinet, they knew how long it took my mom to get me out of the house lat time I was forced to go shopping.
After making a bowl of cereal, I walked back to the table and saw that there were no more empty seats, so I sat on Luke. This didn't shock anyone, since I usually sat on him. Before it comes to your mind, no we are not dating, not that it hats' crossed my mind. See, Luke has short red hair, and crystal blue eyes, and their intensity was multiplied by his glasses. He had such pale skin pair with freckles. Luke really couldn't be stereo typed into a certain group, he was just normal.
