"Mama!" I yelled, scooping her into my arms. She squealed into my ear and I swear, I almost went deaf. That's my mom for you...
"Nat! Is Leane here?" My dad's voice interrupted our hugging session and in less than a second, my dad appeared behind my mom with a wide grin spread across his face.
His bright blue eyes gazed at me with joy and his dark brown hair was gelled into some weird hairstyle ( kind of like Zac Efron's in Hairspray ) that made it look so shiny I swear, it could double as a mirror.
Nah... just kidding. It couldn't be that shiny.
Is it even possible to have so shiny, glossy hair that you could see your reflection? I should try that out sometime...
Ugh... There goes my brain again.
"Leane!"
"Hey pa."
I wheezed when he crushed me in a hug out of the blue but he didn't seem to notice. "I thought I could never see my baby girl again. But when the prince called, I couldn't believe it."
He was saying it all so fast, my brain had a hard time keeping up with it.
You guys know my brain. It's probably the size of a peanut... or an ant.
The latter sounds more accurate don't you think?
"Hey... pa. You know I'd find a way to visit you right?" He grinned at me.
"Of course you would. I bet you had a hard time convincing the guy. What did you do? Bat your eyelashes and make a weird puppy face or something?"
I shook my head, a chuckle escaping my lips. "None of that pa. You know I could never pull that off. Now will you let me in or what?"
Mother let out a tsk at my father. I almost laughed at the disapproving look he was giving father. Almost...
If I laughed,I'd be dead meat. Mom takes things very seriously... sometimes.
"Dear, She'll get sick. It's freezing cold out there."
I was grabbed by the arm and yanked in the house like a rag doll. Seriously?! Has mom been working out or something?
"Leane!" And there goes my name again. Was I that famous?
I know I'm awesome and all but my name has been called too many times and my brain is not... I repeat...Not keeping up.
Something small latched onto my waist and a pair of chocolate brown eyes stared up at me innocently.
"Lara!" I picked her up and spun her around, earning an earful of giggles.
Lara was my 6 year old sister and if you're asking why the huge age gap...
Well... can you keep a secret? Ehh... I'm sure you could.
She's adopted.
Her mother was my father's sister and when Lara was only 3, her parents died in a car crash. Because of a stupid moose on the road.
No... I'm sorry moose, I love you guys! You guys aren't stupid.
Now, back to the topic... So, we decided to adopt her and tah dah!! My cute little sister.
She was such a sweetheart if you ask me! She doesn't whine or complain compared to other certain people (*cough* like me *cough*).
Did you hear something? I bet you didn't...
I put her down and bent down to her eye-level. "How ya doin' my lil' sis?"
She grinned at me as I ruffled her hair. "Great! But..." She trailed off with a sad look, her lower lip jutting out into a pout.
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Forever Yours
WerewolfConnor. Leane Connor. Guess that only works for James Bond but what the heck. No harm in copying him and failing right? There are way more important things to be worried about other than how my name sounds badly in that way. I'm getting lost here...