I woke up in my bed, the pale light filtered through my window onto my bed. I sat up, I always slept in my bra and underwear. Today was actually Christmas, and I could hear my family members shouting downstairs with excitement downstairs. I sighed. I loved Christmas and all, but this was the time for family. I have two other siblings, both brothers. Bet you know how that goes. I'm 16, and so is my twin brother, Derek. Our other brother, Mike, is 17. I got out of my bed and stretched, I like to sleep in. Since today was Christmas, my family would expect me to be downstairs and opening up presents. I grabbed a T-shirt and some sweats and slid the clothes on. I didn't want Derek to see, fucking pervert. He used to come into my room and sneak a peak at me while I was fucking sleeping. My own damn brother. Eventually, I woke up and noticed. You can be the was soar "there" for months. To put a stop to this, I began locking my door when I sleep. With my clothes on, I unlocked my door and walked into the bathroom. I combed my long brown hair straight and I brushed my teeth. After I was done, I went down the stairs, into the living room.
"Katlyn!" I heard someone shriek my name and I felt arms flung around me in a bear hug.
"Katie?! What the fu-" she cut me off before I could swear in front of my parents, I forgot about them.
"What are you doing here so early?" I questioned her. She was my best friend. Our parents are really good friends, and every year they come to our house and we celebrate together, but she was here early.
"What do you mean? We always come during Christmas!" She said giving an excited bounce. I forgot to mention, she's the excited type.
"Well, I mean, it's so early." I answered her. I actually hadn't checked the time.
"Kat, it's three." She said giggling. Oh fuck.
"I slept in that long?!" I gave a little squeak. I heard Mike laugh a bit and I threw a pillow at him that was on the couch.
"Hey, behave. We have guests over." My mom nagged at me.
"I can see that." I muttered under my breath and I walked out of the room to follow Katie. We were heading to the Christmas tree.
"I brought you a gift!" She squealed and gave me a small box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. She knew I hated pink.
"Aw thanks!" I said and gave her a hug. It looked like everyone had opened their gifts except for me.
"Well, open it!" She said excitedly, then the doorbell rang. Now, you must be thinking, who goes to someone's house on Christmas? Simple. It's either your family, or your friends. In this case, my family. I let out a loud groan.
"I'll get it!" Katie shrieked and ran to get the door. For a 16 year old, she acts like a five year old. I set the gift down on the couch and I sat down, looking at the brightly lit tree. We had a living room, then we had a lounge room with our Christmas tree. We had the Christmas tree in the corner, and a bunch of couches and chairs surrounding it. It's a basic set up so everyone can sit around the tree. Everyone had to give at least one gift to each other, so I basically got a gift from everyone, and everyone got a gift from me. Katie's gift was upstairs in my room. I could hear Katie answering the door and the delighted voices of my relatives. I like them and all, but God they were embarrassing. All my relatives knew Katie because we were basically family. She's my only friend who isn't drama crazed and isn't a slut for attention like half the girls at our high school. And actually, they're not just sluts for attention, they're sluts for dicks to. I looked under the tree, curious to what I got. I saw something in the very back of the tree, against the corner of the wall. I moved the presents out of the way to get to poorly wrapped box. I pulled it towards me, and I examined it. It was a small, cardboard box, wrapped I'm black wrapping paper. Except it looked like the wrapping paper was torn and that someone had drawn on it with red sharpie, it has a series of symbols and writings that I couldn't make out. Well, this wasn't weird. I unwrapped the rest of the wrapping paper, and opened the small box. Inside, was a nothing but a folded up piece of paper. Alright then. I set the box down, picked up the piece of paper, and opened it. It had a writing on it, a small phrase, but it wasn't in anyone's handwriting that I knew.
