Hot Heels

Chapter 1

It was the beginning of summer break when it happened. I had just passed my third year in highschool with flying colors.

I exited my room. I believe it was Monday. I peeked into my younger brother, Allan's room, who was fast asleep under his covers. He had finished 2th grade.

His blonde hair was messy, his blue eyes were closed, and his blue and white striped pajamas were wrinkled. I smiled to myself as I closed the door.

I headed to my room to get ready. I brushed my long, dark, brown hair. I changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans, and a plaid shirt with a tank top underneath. My brown eyes looked over my body in the mirror. I was thin, but I wasn't exactly lacking in the boob area, since I was a B. Not too big, but not too small either. I basically had an horror glass figure.

I finished getting ready and headed down stairs to get breakfast.

My dad, Rob Bryewood, sat in the living room. My dad had dark brown hair, like me, except he kept it short. He had green eyes. He wore his work clothes, which was basically just a dress shirt and khaki pants. He was a stereotypical dad. He would have to head to work soon, so I tried to stay out of his way.

He was drinking his coffee and watching the news. Since the kitchen had an opening in the wall, I watched the news while making some toast and getting some orange juice.

"So, what do you call this, Mr. McKarthen?" The bleach blonde reporter asked the guy next to her.

He was partially bald, with thin rimmed glasses. He wore a dark grey business suit, and looked like a dork to be completely honest. He adjusted his glasses.

"Well, we decided to call it the R virus, short for Rot Virus." McKarthen explained.

"I see. So, why is it called the Rot Virus?" She asked

"Due to the effects it has on living things, which at this time, can not be revealed to the public," I zoned out after that. I thought it was pretty stupid that something like that couldn't be revealed to the public. We deserved to know in my opinion.

I ate my breakfast in silence. My little brother, walked down the stairs, still in his Pajamas and rubbing his eyes.

He entered the kitchen, and I got him some cereal and some orange juice. He sat down at the kitchen counter and ate.

A little after he was done eating, he got dressed and brushed his teeth. He headed back upstairs to watch TV. I grabbed my phone, since my friends would have been up by now.

I got a text from my friend Kathy. She usually slept in, so it was a little unusual to see her up at this time.

Kathy: Did you see what was on the news???
Meg: Yeah, something about a virus...Why?
Kathy: I'm not the only one that thinks it's bullshit right? Calling something the rot virus and then not telling anyone about it. It obviously has to deal with rotting.
Meg: I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure it's not serious.
Kathy: Why would they even need to make something like that?
Kathy: Like, why would someone want to make something like that???
Meg: Warfare? Discovery? Money? Awards? Being able to do something before anyone else?
Kathy: True...
Meg: I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
Kathy: You're probably right. Anyway, my dog's scratching the door to go out and it's getting too destracting to ignore. Ttyl.
Meg: Lol, alright, see ya.

I put my phone on the table, smiling to myself. She was always all over the place. She'd go to telling one story to telling another one before she finished the first one. She was such a scatter brain.

I decided to wash the dishes since they seemed to be piled up, and my step mom wouldn't be home until noon.

When I finished, I washed my hands and dried them. My dad entered the kitchen, and kisses my cheek.

"I'm heading off to work, watch over the house until Margarette gets back from work." He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Kay dad. Be safe, have a good day, and tell Joe I said Happy birthday," I went over the regular "be safe" stuff that my step mom would usually say.

"I will. I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said back.

He smiled and left. I tried to come up with something to do while I waited for Magerette, my stepmother, which a lot of you have probably already figured out on your own.

I looked back at my phone, there was a message from Magerette.

Magerette: Hey, I decided that when I get home from work, that you, me, and your brother could go out for lunch, how does that sound? C:
Meg: Yeah, it sounds great. I'll make sure Allan's ready to go by then.
Magerette: Alright, see ya when I get home ^-^

I laid on the couch and switched the TV to another channel. More about this R Virus. This time it was a lady.

She had medium length, blonde hair with a white lab coat. She seemed agitated and stressed.

"So, Dr. Consle, how does the government plan on expanding the R Virus research?" The talk show host asked. I ignored him, and focused more on Dr. Consle.

"The government is promoting our research. They're helping us with our funds." Dr. Consle replied, straight faced and blank.

"I see. How many long nights has it taken to get this far along in the research?"

"More than we probably needed," she replied, almost sarcastically.

"That's understandable. Anyway, that's all we have for now, toon in next week to see if sleeping is better or worse for you," the talk show host gave a cheesy smile.

Dr. Consle seemed like she wanted to answer that question herself, but kept her words to herself. I decided to take my mind off of all this R Virus research, and decided to shut the TV off and go tell Allan about Magerette's plans for lunch.