Kaila's POV
I wake up, stretching in my bed with a loud yawn. I definitely got a lot more sun than I'm used to yesterday, and I still feel the tiring effects. Why people get drowsy when in the sun, I have no idea. I throw my legs off over the side of the bed, scratching my head through my thick, knotted mop of hair.
Heading over to my nightstand, I grab my brush and drag it through my hair. In the mirror, I am able to see mild sunburn coloring my cheeks the slightest shade of pink. If I hadn't put sunscreen on, I'd probably be as red as a tomato by now.
Searching with my hand, my fingers brush across the cool sea shell hanging from around my neck. Pulling it up, I spend a few moments admiring the intricate, yet natural patterns that decorate the surface of the otherwise pure white shell. I run my thumb across it, tracing the grooves. It still has the salty smell of the sea, though that's to be expected.
"Kaila! Adrian!" my mother's voice calls, causing me to jump. "I know you teenagers love your sleep," she says humorously. "But the two of you need to get your butts down here and eat some breakfast!"
"Coming, Mom!" I call back, heading down the stairs two steps at a time once get a whiff of fresh bacon, eggs, and homemade blueberry pancakes. I stuff the shell under my shirt.
"Nothing gets you two out of bed like the smell of bacon, does it?" my mother chuckles. "I mean, goodness! Look at you two!"
Obliging our mother, Rian and I turn our heads to look at each other, only to burst into fits of laughter.
"What the heck is with your hair, Kaila? Did'ja only brush half of your hair? You look like half a hedgehog."
"My hair? Look at yours." I laugh, realizing that he's right. "And aren't you a bit old to be carrying a blankie?" Rian stares down at the blanket in his arms, a confused expression on his face. "Still a child at heart, are we?" I tease, poking him in the side.
"Hey! You know I'm ticklish!" He says, jerking to the side.
"And that's exactly why I did it!" I proclaim with a laugh, aiming another jab, this time for the crook of his knee.
"Settle down, now." Mom says. "The CrazyFest can wait 'till after breakfast."
The two of us take our seats at the table, silently poking each other while our mother's back is turned. My brother suddenly pauses in his attempt to poke the side of my neck. "What's that?" He asks. Our mom turns her head to see what he's talking about.
Looking down, I see him pointing at the still green woven seaweed string that hangs on my neck. "Uh....." I say, looking at my brother's curious face. "It's nothing, Adrian." I wave him off with a laugh.
"Adrian?" the boy asks suspiciously, causing me to facepalm. I really only call him Adrian either when I am trying to hide something, or am feeling guilty. "Somethin' must be up!" he proclaims, reaching for the string.
"Paws off, butt breath!" I exclaim, leaning away from him, barely able to hold him back with one hand on his face while I keep my balance with the other as he tries to stretch his arms just long enough.
"I wanna know what it is!" He says loudly, pushing against my hand and flailing his warms wildly.
"I told you, it's nothing!" I shout frustratedly.
"You called me 'Adrian'! That means its gotta be something!"
As we struggle, our mother walks away from the stove and makes her way behind us. Without warning, she grabs the string from around my neck and lifts it above my head.
YOU ARE READING
Lone Wolf
Romance"My name is Kaila Wellse. I used to live in Seattle, Washington. I used to go to Washington North High School. I used to talk and be nice to everyone. I used to be in track and archery. I used to be one of the most liked girls in school. Not anymore...
