Heart of Moss

Chapter 1

Jennie
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"Jennie!"

My little sister came running after me just as I got off the stairs.

"Jane? What's the matter?"

Jane pouted, "What? Is it weird for a girl to wanna talk to her sister before she goes to college?"

I crossed my arms, "Well, no, but you must have some ulterior motive."

She rolled her eyes, "Puh-lease."

I chuckle at her before ruffling her curled brown hair. She got dad's genes. Broad face, flat nose, caramel skin. But we shared the same round eyes from mom.

I had mom's genes, barely looked like dad. With my sharp nose, pouty lips, diamond-shaped face with fair skin, I was a complete carbon copy.

I leave my bag on the corner, before turning back at her, "Hey, where's justice? Still not home?"

"Nope, the prodigy's still at the court," she smiles, before averting her gaze to my bag. "Did you get everything? Nice clothes, your shoes, a charger?"

Jane was the loudest and quirkiest in the family. Although it never stopped people from falling in love with her. She's in the 8th grade now, although she hasn't still found out what she'd liked to be in the future.

I nod, "Yea, Jane. No need to worry."

"Good, because I had to turn down a date with Noah today for your flight! Wouldn't want you to miss anything, am I right?"

Noah. A good boy, although I've never met him. I heard he was in the same class in 7th grade with Jane from last year. Quite a miracle that dad even let her date this early. I haven't even had a boyfriend.

"JANE WILKINS!"

She then grabbed me by the arm, "O-M-G! I forgot ma told me to call you!" She pulled me to the other side of our small bungalow, the kitchen. There was my mother, her dark hair tied into a bun, with her brown eyes glued onto my sister.

This woman, she was the one who made me this wise, cunning, yet gentle being. She was there for me when everyone else couldn't be.

"Jane Wilkins, where in the world have you been?" my mom, Ava, scolded my sister. I smile, as her expression changed.

"I was just talking to her, ma! She asked where Justine wa-"

"Remember who you're talking to, Jane Wilkins!" mom then lifted her thin spatula coated in vanilla cream and bobbed in on her nose, causing some cream to be left on her face. She instantly wiped it off with her finger and grabbed a tissue to get it off completely while groaning, "Ma!"

My mother chuckled, before turning her attention to me. Just then, she moved herself to the side, showing a beautifully done cake. It was my favorite. It was a simple pastry, sponge cake, put together by buttercream, and coated in the vanilla cream, all from our family's recipe. My wide smile was rather noticeable since she gave a big one right back.

"Delicious, Jennie!" Jane smiled at me, waving jazz hands at the cake.

Mom swung the spatula at my face, giving the aroma for my nose, and teasing my taste buds. And then, she stopped. I step forward and stick a small part of my tongue out, licking the cream, and my eyes sparkled.