The Immunity

Chapter 1: First Impressions

Kiara: 18 years old, senior in high school. 5'5 with shoulder length black hair.

Erin: 12 years old, 7th grader. Short even for her age, with waist long black hair.

*Any new characters will be developed in the story itself*

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The morning before

"Beep-beep-beep-bee-"

As usual, I wake up to my annoying alarm clock. It's one of the older ones that are part radio too, and it's annoying.

School begins at 8:00 for my sister and 8:30 for me. Always putting Erin before myself, I hurry to get dressed.

I'm not the type of girl who stresses over what she wears to school, or in public for that matter. I put on a pair of casually ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. My hair is only a little past my shoulders, since I cut it about a month ago.

My parents used to be really religious. And unfortunately for me, that meant I had to grow my hair out. I hated my hair long. Too much work and effort into something I cared nothing about.

And so one day when my parents had gotten into an argument, I cut it. It was above my shoulders at first, but it's already grown a little below.

I also don't wear makeup. I'm not interested in what boys think about me, and I make that clear. So after I brush out my hair, which is already as straight as possible naturally, I pull on my X hoodie and slip on my white converse.

As I'm grabbing my phone and my bag, I catch a glimpse of myself in my body length mirror on my closet door. 

If I was honest with myself, I looked sort of sick. Sleep deprived.

I was Korean-American, so I had that super clichèd look. Little eyes, long eyelashes, silky black hair. But also pale skin that scarred easily, tiny feet, short body.

I guess I was satisfied with what I looked like. I just didn't like bags under my eyes and yawning constantly. But I was one month away from graduating anyway, so it didn't really matter anymore.

After I grabbed my stuff, I looked down at my watch that I always had on and it was 7:30. Good time for me, especially when I felt like shit.

I walked down the hallway to my sister's door and knocked. Twelve year olds and their privacy.

To my surprise, she was already up and dressed. She was at her mirror curling her hair.

In my opinion, Erin was gorgeous. She was about 5'0 and always had a skirt or dress on. She, unlike me, enjoyed dressing up and impressing people. She was a little darker than me, and never looked tired. And the only thing she envied me for openly was my eyebrows and light freckles that covered the area on my cheekbones and nose.

I hated my freckles.

And so she always compliments me on something, although accuses me daily of styling my eyebrows. I don't, they're just good as is i guess. She does hers herself, which she is amazing at.

She is simply the opposite of me: girly.

I come up behind her chair and stand watching her twirl her hair around her styling wand.

"Are you ready yet, wannabe princess?" I say, laughing at the eye roll I get in response.

"Hold on, I only have one more to do... okay, I'm done. Let me grab my bag."

She gets up and I look at what she's wearing today: a knee length sea green dress with cuffed sleeves and layered toward the hem starting from the waist. And of course, the one thing we have in common: sneakers. We both hate wearing heels, flats, or any dress shoe.

She turns around from her bedside table with her bookbag on and her lanyard around her neck that's holding her iPhone.

She smiles at me. "Is the lanyard too much?"

Like I would know. "Um, no, it's good."

She rolls her eyes again. Always the eye rolling.

"C'mon, I'm ready now."

*Skip walking*

I drop Erin off at school, waiting  until she's up the stairs and through the doors before continuing down the street to my school.

Although I loved getting away from the house, I hated pretty much everyone who attended my school. They were all snobs or wannabe emos.

I walked through the freshly cut grass, (which I hate the smell of) heading towards the stairs when I stepped in mud, almost slipping. Nice.

I could tell already my day was going to suck.

A/N: So this is a pretty long chapter, I know. But it was okay right? It was mainly to get a little bit of a feel for the personalities of the main characters. The next chapter will be the real beginning of the book. Please continue reading, thank you so much!!♡