Fire and Ice

"I Think A Bee Stung Me."

The birds chirp loudly as I make my way down the trail of the forest. Leaves crunch loudly under my feat.

I haven't been home in a couple of hours and I'm starting to get a slight chill. I feel like someone is watching me and I really don't like that.

I get on the side walks while quickening my foot steps as my gut screams for me to run. I cast a glance over my shoulder, but face mg head forward not wanting to fall.

I start taking big gulps of January air trying to go faster with out running. Finally going either my gut feeling, my legs pick up speed.

I turn the corner to my house and skid up the up the steps of my porch. I throw myself on a chair and try to catch my breath. 

After catching my breath I look out over the neighbourhood on my porch, the feeing of eyes on me is faint. I walk in the house and put a smile on my face so dad doesn't think anything is wrong.

"Dad, I'm home!" I call and walk into the kitchen where dad is making dinner. I hug him before heading up to my room.

After taking a shower I put on sweat pants and a tank top and do down for supper.

Dad is placing more than two mats on the table. Crossing my arms while observing, I make my way into the kitchen. . Dad turns around and examines my clothing.

With a shake of his head he says, "honey, go and change. We have guest coming in thirty minuets." He says. I sigh and walk back up the stairs.

I put on a navy blue romper that reveals my shoulders, and the straps are on my arms. The romper with white anchors paired with a white cardigan and white sandals.

I curl my hair and apply eyeliner and lip gloss, there is no way I'm going to spend time making my makeup looking perfect, plus this looks great.

I take a picture of myself and send it to one of my best friends, Clay and tell him that I have to have dinner with guest.

As I walk down the steps heading for the living room my phone buzzes with clays face on the screen.

Clay❤️: aw, you look like a good girl, what facade.

I laugh and shake my head. The door bell rings as I finally make my way into the living room.

"Get the door, Sophia!" My dad calls and I sigh. My dad is always calling my by my real name. At school everyone calls me Sophie or Soph.

I slide my phone into my romper pocket and open the door to a tall guy who looks like he is forty. His black hair graying a tad bit at the sides.

"Come in," I say and plaster a smile on my face.

"Hi, I'm Brenden, this is my wife," he motions to the lady dressed nicely with strawberry hair. "Her name is Marry. And this is my son, Kemo." He motions to the guy dressed in a black shirt hugging his muscled torso and dark blue jeans.

"My name is Sophia, please call me Sophie. Come in, dads in the kitchen." I say and hold the door open for them to come in. I close the door behind the family and am unsure of what to do with myself.

"Darell, your house is quite impressive." Brenden compliments looking around our living room. My phone buzzes.

Clay❤️: who's the family, are they stuck up?

Me: They seem fine so far. Husband, wife, son. Just a family.

I step into the dining room where everyone is now seated. I take a seat by dad, Brenden sits across from dad, Marry next to her husband and son at her other side.