SHEPERD

You Are The Chosen

Hope hated when her and Marcus fought.

Even when they were children, she remembers, whenever he grew cross with her, she would immediately run off to her father and ask for advice on how to establish common ground between them. Otherwise, she found it particularly difficult to sleep, knowing there was a quarrel going on between them.

However, they have never fought so intensely over something this serious. She could usually find an answer to resolve the situation, but in this case. She couldn't really think of one.

She loved her brother, but the man she was introduced to not two days ago, was not the same man she once knew growing up.

Laying in her warm, soft bed, with the heavy sheets laying over top of her, she kept her glossy gaze held on the window that held the amazing view of the Whitetail Mountains. Staring at them, in awe and admiration. The faint feeling of, sadness, lulling deep in her heart. She wanted so badly for things to go back to the way they were.

As a tear slid down her cheeks, she immediately huffed out an exasperated laugh, shaking her head lightly and wiping the falling tear off of her cheek.

Shoving the blankets aside, she decided to get on with her day. Showering quickly and putting on her usual attire - white hemmed t-shirt, black tight jeans and combat boots - before grabbing her green military jacket and heading down the stairs.

As she entered the kitchen, she could smell the familiar scent burnt toast - clearly, an indication that Marcus was attempting to make something for breakfast.

Hope took a breath before entering the kitchen, he had his back turned to her, as he was buttering his pieces of black toast. She silently, walked by him and opened the silver refrigerator, grabbing the milk and opening the pantry for some cereal. At this point, Marcus had turned around completely and was watching his belligerent little sister.

"Good morning. . .?" He says, questioningly, as she brushes past him to get to the dining room table. Shovelling a bite into her mouth, she responds.

"Morning."

"You know, I made toast, if you want some?" He told her, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.

Hope, lifts her bowl of cereal at him and continues eating.

Scoffing lightly, he looks to his feet before responding to his little sister passive aggressive, juvenile behaviour.

"Are you serious?" He asks. Hope lifts her head in recognition of her brother and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Problem?" She says, pretending to not know what he was talking about.

"Uh, yes. There is a problem." He says, taking a couple more steps over to where she sat.

"What ever could that be?" She responded, tapping her chin lightly.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"I have no idea what-"

"Hope! Just stop. Talk to me like an adult." He responds, more aggressively. Hope immediately lifts her head at his words.

"I'm sorry? Like an adult?" She repeats, now standing from her seat and placing her hands on the table, knuckles down.