A Story of Golden Roses

Chapter !: When Flowers Bloom

The boy sat in the comfy living room of his home. An average sized TV on a brown bookshelf stood encased in the room's beige walls, a handful of children's books and toys littered the teal and brown striped rug that lay on the living room floor. Two light brown sofas stood angled towards the TV, a matching light brown couch stood in the middle of the two sofas facing directly at the TV screen. Paintings and portraits hung on the walls, family portraits in black and teal frames placed atop the mantle to a fireplace. It held no fire, because it no longer worked, in its place, a heater made to look like fire.

It looked like fire, but it was not, it was false. Almost like a lie, lies made the boy sick to his stomach.

He sat on the couch, flicking through the multiple channels that did not involve his interests. "Mooom! Hurry up we're gonna be late!" He heard his older sister whine from upstairs, interrupting him. "We won't be late." His mother replied. He wasn't up there, but he could almost feel the eye roll his mother made along with the reply. His mother had a way of speaking like that, "that" meaning as expressionate as her body language. You could always tell what she was doing when she was saying something, without even looking at her. The boy always wondered how she did that.

Just then, a tan girl by the age of 15 stomped down the stairs as she let out a groan of frustration, making him turn his head in her direction. She wore her light brown hair in a high ponytail, she was tall and certainly fit. She wore a plain red shirt that had her swim team's symbol on it with grey sweatpants and red sneakers. In her hand she held a blue container filled with water, on her back she had a black and white bag that also had her swim team's logo on it.

"What time does it start anyway?" The boy asked. He wore a simple black t-shirt with black skinny jeans, and black socks. He really liked black, it contrasted drastically with his pale skin, but he didn't care. The only thing he was wearing that wasn't black was a purple hoodie, and a bracelet that had purple, blue, red, pink, and white rose charms with one slightly bigger gold charm in the middle.

"It starts at one!" She turns around cupping her mouth with a hand, and shouts up the stairs, "You hear that mom?! One!" Their mother falls down dropping everything she was holding, both children cringe at the sound. "What do you mean one?! You said one-thirty!" Their mother says while rushing around the upstairs grabbing everything needed, such as her phone, keys, and purse, as fast as she could. "Nu-uh!" the girl retorted, "I said one! Hurry up," she rushed her mother.

Their mother quickly rushed down the steps. She was a scout for professional swimmers, she could miss potentially talented kids if she was late. She didn't mean to take so long but it's not as though she can just show up in pajamas, she's scouting for potentially award winning talent, she must look professional. She had straight blonde hair that went to her shoulders, she wore a teal and gold necklace. She had on a white dress shirt and a business suit. On her feet she wore simple black heels.

Well one heel anyway, she had the other in her hand, and was trying to slip it on as she ran to the door. The younger girl quickly followed. The mother unlocked the door and ran out, on her way out she screamed at her son, "Love you honey! Be a dear and lock the the door for me kay'!"

As they had left the house, the girl peeked her head through the door and turned to her brother, "Bye! See you when we get back! Or should I say- when I win." She grinned, closed the door, and ran down the driveway to the their family's small burgundy car. The second she got in the two girls drove off nearly hitting a trash can on their way out.

The boy sat there a few seconds, replaying the events in his mind. They really were silly sometimes, he loved his sister and his mother, even if he didn't admit it much. He silently wished his sister luck at her relay. He found himself unable to focus on channel surfing, the interruption caused by his two relatives had made him lose interest in the T.V., so he went upstairs to his room in the hope of finding something entertaining.