Socially Awkward

Chapter 1:

As I pour the last of the gallon of milk into my bowl of Frosted Flakes, my mother waltzes into the kitchen. Her black hair, in its usual loose waves, is pulled back into a pony tail. By the looks of the new pants suit she has on, I can tell she's still working on getting a promotion at her real estate agent job.

"Luna, I'm going to be working late tonight so I need you to stay home with your sister." She says as she pours herself a mugful of black coffee.

I hate babysitting that annoying thirteen year old. She thinks she's all that because she's technically a teenager now and it's the most annoying thing ever. So of course, I do what I do best and complain.

"That's not fair! I've cancelled my plans with my friends three nights in a row for Rosie already. Why don't we make our lives easier and ship her away?"

My mom shoots me a glare and the annoying little shit herself walks into the kitchen. Her signature hair is kept in its natural curls causing it to bounce as she skips over to my mother and me.

"Why don't we ship her away?" Rosie mimics me in her annoying, squeaky voice.

"You know, I've seen monkeys prettier than you." I insult her and laugh to myself.

"Oh yeah?!" She says.

"Great comback." I sarcastically applaud her.

"Hey!" My mother shouts, which quickly shuts us both up. She warns each of us with an angry look before speaking.

"Listen, I'm tired of you two constantly fighting. Luna you're fifteen, so start acting like it and as for you Rosie, I know you're younger, but I want you to suck it up and listen to your sister-especially when she's in charge. I don't want to hear any complaints. Got it?"

I roll my eyes but nod my head anyway. Rosie also nods her head in obedience without saying a word. The silence continues for a few minutes before my father enters the kitchen as well. His new haircut looks better now that it has grown in and matches his freshly shaved face. He is dressed in one of his many black suits with a red tie in his hand. He greets us with a genuine smile and says, "Good morning ladies."

"Hey dad." Rosie waves at him.

"How's my little flower doing?" He laughs.

She playfully rolls her eyes at her childhood nickname and walks away.

I watch as my father gives my mom a quick kiss and takes a seat next to me.

"No hello from you, Luna?" He messes with my hair when he runs a hand through it.

It frustrates me, but not enough to offend him by saying something.

"Dad, don't forget to put on your tie." I point to the tie in his hand.

He chuckles and face palms before turning to my mother.

"Ashley, can you help me out here?"

My mother laughs before walking over to him. I don't think I'll ever admit it, but I never get over how beautiful my mother and father look together. Honestly they're both pretty attractive and together they made a gorgeous couple. My father being Bahamian and my mother being Italian and Brazilian and all. They had an exotic "look"-I guess you could say. They're such a unique mixture of races which makes me a huge mix of I guess everything.

Lost in thought, I don't realize I've finished my cereal. I stand to my feet and wash my bowl and spoon.

"Charles, what time will you be home tonight?" My mother asks him, hesitation apparent in her voice.