Soaring Keys

Chapter Eleven: Soaring Friends

Katy Romero

    Ah, Sunday. A day to stay home with family, and that includes mi mama, papa, y hermanos. That means mom, dad, and siblings if you didn't know. I don't mind hanging around with my mom and Flynn but my dad sucks. My sister though, is worse; everyone compares me to Rosalyn, especially my father. I'm only nine months younger than her because my parents wanted Rosalyn to have a companion.

    Well, we were all having a family breakfast. Everyone was there! Even Angel, our house maid. She brought out pancakes, stacks and stacks of them. She makes very very good food, especially breakfast foods.

    "Thank you, Angel." My mom was the first one to break the silence. Everyone else just started eating.

    I grabbed my knife, cut into the pancakes and took a bite. "Thanks Angie."

    While the rest of the family was eating, my dad was on his phone. He was texting, but I don't know who. Probably one of the women he 'works' with. Even so, no one payed payed attention. Flynn was the first one to finish so he left. No one liked the tense atmosphere whenever my dad was around, especially around Rosalyn and I. Angel came to sit down with us when she was done doing the dishes.

    "So Mr. Romero, is that work?" She took a bite of the pancakes and smiled.

    My dad just groaned and everyone took it as a yes. While I was finishing up quickly, dad looked up.

    "Are you really eating like that? Like a pig?" He put down his phone and turned to Rosalyn. "Do you see that, honey? Why can't she be more like you?" My dad grimaced and cut into his cold pancakes.

    "Leave her alone, Victor." My mom sighed. "Why can't you just see her as her own person?" She glared at him.

    I'm used to this treatment so I don't care much about it anymore. After putting my plate and utensils in the sink, I went upstairs. Unusually, Rosalyn went after me. I walked faster and sped into my room. Didn't want her to be all snotty with me. She would probably just laugh in my face about how our dad cares about her and not me.

    Slamming my door shut, I sat down on my bed. I had a bunch of things on it so I'm glad I didn't flop onto it like the other day. A few seconds later, my door opened and pop goes the weasel! Rosalyn walked in and sat down in front of me on the floor.

    "So, dad, am I right?" She laughed awkwardly.

    I just grabbed a piece of paper from my bed and pretended to read it. "Yep. Dad. At least you aren't the source of his disappointment."

    She just grimaced and sat there in silence. I took an actual look at the piece of paper. It was the one that had the song ideas on it, but I realized that I hadn't copied the whole sheet online. I also hadn't added more ideas which was bad of me.

    "Hey what's that?" Rosalyn snatched the piece of paper from my hand and examined it.

    "It's just an assignment for class, I have to write a song." I shrugged but she didn't see.

    "Oh, cool! You doing this by yourself?"

    "No, actually. I'm doing this with Ross, I don't think you know him. He lives across from us though."

    "Ross, huh?" She was quiet for a little bit. "ROSS?!" Rosalyn turned and got onto the bed next to me.

    "What about him?" I was confused while her hands were on my shoulder shaking me.

    "What's his last name?!" She kept shaking me.

    "Kindsor. Why are you asking?" My heart was pounding against my chest. It was sort of exciting to see her squealing.