Surviving the Jungle

Leaving for Japan

Kylie's POV

I ran down stairs after I finished packing, and ran into Mike's hard chest, "When did you start working out?" I asked, folding my arms over my own chest.

I looked up at him and his features stood out well. His dark chocolate coloured hair was ruffled and messy, it matched his brown eyes, and his jawline was smooth.

We don't look alike much, only our hair colour was the same. People thought Mike was my dad, I guess it's understandable he does look older than he is.

He chuckled, "As a brother it's my duty to."

"Pigging out in front of the TV doesn't help those abs either." I said poking his gut.

I pushed past his muscled body making my way to the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of milk, not taking my eyes off the TV screen, and took a small sip. Instantly regretting it and spitting it all over the stone bench and floor tiles. I looked at the milk and sitting at the bottom of the glass were slightly yellow chunks of...... Cheese? "MIKE!" I yelled. He came running in with a towel around himself, his hair dripping and a baseball bat in his hand. Ignoring how much of an idiot he looked I said, "That was last of the milk, and you go and put cheese in it!"

"Why do you assume I did it?" Mike said dramatically, "oh poor Mike Dashwood gets the blame for everything."

"Did you or did you not put cheese in the milk?" I asked once more, placing a hand on my hip.

"Maybe." Mike said without making eye contact.

Anger swelled up in my body and I charged at him, but before I could get any closer he tripped over his towel and went tumbling to the floor. The towel came off and he was on his face groaning, I unattractively snorted and went to help him up. In between my fits of laughter I managed, "Are you okay?"

"Don't look you perv!" He said placing his hands in front of his 'junk.'

"Right, you're naked." I laughed.

I covered my eyes and stumbled past him. When I opened my eyes he was gone, probably to finish his shower. I'm going to miss this, fighting with Mike and embarrassing each other. I went back upstairs forgetting about the spilt milk.

I sit on my plain bed, no way was I leaving my Star Wars bed cover here. In just a few days I'll be leaving for Japan, I won't be living there, well I will be, but only as an exchange student for six months. After years of saving I'm finally making my way to the top! Get it? Because I live in Tasmania and Japan is near the top of the world map. I'm laughing at my own thoughts and you probably think I'm crazy.

If only my parents were here, to tell me 'you're not going' and try and make me stay. Mike says I shouldn't blame myself for what happened, but I was the one who forced them to go and now I can't bring them back. Eventually I started to cry and I couldn't stop.

I was glad Mike was 18 when it happened, or who knows where I might've ended up. Mike took custody of me and it's been like that for three years, that's why I love him so damn much. I then ran out of tears and finally went to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up feeling like shit. Why do they call it beauty sleep if you wake up looking like a troll?

I let out a long sigh before getting up to be traumatized by my face. My long wavy, brown hair was knotty and my freckles could be seen without makeup on my pale skin, and my dirty blue eyes had bags underneath them.