Another Day

Chapter One

Summer's P.O.V.

I laid in bed staring at the scars on my arms. "Oh shut it!" I said as my stomach growled. I pulled down my sleeves when I heard my doorknob turn.

"Happy birthday, Summer." Autumn said as she peeked through my door.

"Get lost!" I yelled at her. She shut the door and ran. 'Great. Now look what you've done.' I thought as I got up. I put on a sweatshirt and jeans. "Autumn, I'm sorry. I was just tired."

"Really?" she asked peeking from behind a wall.

"Yes." she ran to me and hugged my legs.

"Good morning Summer." Mom said as she walked into the kitchen. "How are you this morning? Is Winter up yet?" she acted like today was like every other Saturday.

"Morning. I'm fine." I lied, "No I don't think she's up yet."

"Could you wake her, please? I have laundry to do."

"Okay." I said as I walked upstairs. I opened the door and walked through the beads. "Winter, get up." I said standing in front of the beads. She through a pollo at me. "Hey! Get up you sorry excuse for a human!" I yelled at her as I through the pillow back.

"Get lost!" Winter screamed at me. She sat up. "Well? Why are you still here?

I left. "Brat" I mumbled.

"What was the yelling about?" Mom asked when I got downstairs.

"I don't know. I think she's just cranky." I replied.

"Okay." She said suspiciously. "Your dad sent you something in the mail. It's in the box on the coffee table." She isn't very fond of my dad. They divorced after I was three. Winter, Autumn, and me all have different dads. Jake, Mom's current husband, is Autumn's dad. They've been together five years now.

"Thanks." I said. I walked into the living room. A brown box sat on the table. 'At least he remembers my birthday.' I thought to myself. I opened the box to find another, smaller, wrapped box. I took out the box and read the attached note. 'Happy fourteenth birthday S.J. Love Dad' I laughed. S.J. were my initials. Summer Jane. I unwrapped the box. I lifted out a paper air plane necklace.

When I was younger my dad taught me how to make paper air planes and afterwards I was always making them. I put on my necklace. "Teach me?" Autumn said.

"Huh?"

"Teach me to make plane?"

"Sure. Come here." She brought over some paper and sat beside me. After awhile I went back to my room and opened the rest of the gift. There was fifteen pieces if computer paper, thirty-five pieces of colored paper and a photo of Dad and me.