Runaway (On Hold)

The new member (Draven's P.O.V)

Hey, some I've got this new chapter out. Yeah! Ok lame. Haha. Well, it's a bit longer so this is Draven's into. It was fun writing this chapter but took me four attempts. I hope you like it. So I notice that the first chapter had errors so sorry about that.I'll go and edit them. (Damn, no wonder my composition marks are deducted.) Haha, nah I'm kidding. Well, if there are errors in chp 2, I'm really sorry, but I'll edit them. I'm in a rush now so I can't do it right away.:(

Well for all of those who have read this, my sincerest thanks. :). So yeah, hope you enjoy this.

Sleepy Head Youth (S.H.Y.)

The new member (Draven's P.O.V)

"Draven!" My sister shrieks so loud I swear my hearing won't last long enough to hear my grandkids talk.

"What?" I yell back with my cigarette butt still hanging out of my mouth. I causally scratch my stubble as I lay against the bark of a tree. God knows what the cruel witch that strips the trees of their leaves completely would do to me if I put it out. The only reason why we are sitting in the middle of the forest is because Raven needed a 'break'. If that dofus doesn't hurry up, we'll be sleeping here because I bet most motels will be full at one in the morning.

"I think we found a dead body." Jinx's voice interrupted my worries of our lodgings for the night. The first thing that pops into my mind is 'Freaking hell!' The next thing I can process is, 'Why did a dead body have to be at the spot I decided to park at so that Raven could take a leak?' I guess the world loves to vex me. Now my sister's name may be Jinx, but the 'cloud of bad fortune' applies to me. It's the curse I was born with and hope that no one ever will have to suffer from it, especially Jinx. Not wanting to do that much with the lifeless, although I know this is another mark on my sin list, I shout in a carefree manner,

"Oh that's great. Leave it alone and maybe the cops will find it!" I feel guilty at first but considering the corpse is going to haunt me later, the feeling soon subsides. However, my sister is an exact replica of our deceased mother, strong-willed and stubborn.

"Drave, I'm serious, come here." My friends in secondary school told me that if I were to stapler my sister's mouth, noise pollution would have greatly reduced. It was funny till one of them actually wanted to do it. So it ended with them having two black eyes and us never talking to one another again. Ever. My best friend Triss shoots me a death stare that those strict teachers used to shoot me back in the old days. I would chuckle if she didn't mean I had to go attend to my sister and the 'victim'. God, people should seriously sort out their issues. Then I wouldn't be in this situation. I groan as I put out my cigarette. Then I plod into the direction Jinx's voice came from, much to the joy of my red-headed friend who bravely sniggers. I roll my eyes in response.

"So where is the..." And there she is. A girl with hair dark as night and eyelashes that touch her high cheek bones. That's all I conclude considering she has a huge jacket covering her. I come closer and squat down to get a better look. Damn, I feel like Grissom in C.S.I. Well, her face isn't pale but she isn't shivering either. I look at her chest for a while to see if it rises, not for reasons that I would usually be accused of. As hard as her stupid jacket makes the task, it rises at least thrice, concluding that she isn't lifeless. I be lying if I said I wasn't relieved. I go over and tussle my sister's mixture of black and red strands.

"Hey," she whines. Her friend Axel chuckles. Damn, the dude is so silent, he could star in a horror movie.

"Girl's alive." I say with little emotion. I began to stalk off but am stopped by a pair of soft but gentle hands. They make a feeble attempt of clutching on to my bulky arm but I stop anyway.