Unexpected

• Chapter One •

"Family ties mean that no matter how much you might want to run from your family, you can't."

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I absolutely hate plane journeys.

Not because of the turbulence that people hate, but simply because of one person: my brother.

"Kez."

A distant voice calls urgently, pulling me from my slumber.

"Kez."

"KEZIAH!"

"For the last time Marcel, I am trying to get some sleep before we arrive back home so it would be nice if for once in your life you'd leave me alone!" I scream at my 18-year-old brother, feeling frustrated by his attitude.

"Keziah and Marcel stop arguing with one other. You'd think by now you would have outgrown such immature behaviour." My mum scolds.

"If anyone's immature it's Marcel; he's 18 but still acts like a child."

"Yeah? Well you know what Kez- "

"I have told you both to stop your petty arguments, you're disrupting the whole plane and I don't want you putting on a show for every passenger to see!" My mum whisper-shouts with obvious anger.

Eventually, I turn around in my seat to glance around the whole plane when I notice that everyone truly is staring at us; some glaring and some smiling in amusement.

I slide down my seat in embarrassment but not without elbowing Marcel in the ribs. Obviously.

As you have probably noticed, my older brother is an absolute pain in my butt. It should be noted that the boy is indeed 18 years old, two years older than I who is 16.

At this point in his life, it would have been normal for him to start acting his age and maybe be more mature. Right? Nope, not at all. Mature and Marcel are two words that just don't mix.

Being siblings for almost 17 years also means that he knows exactly what to do to annoy me in every  possible way.

Once, he put me in headlock for practically five minutes; I honestly thought I was going to die. No joke. Obviously being a bit older and being a guy, Marcel is quite a lot bigger than me. He's about 6 ft 2 with a slim muscular build because of all the football he plays. His hair is cut short and his eyes are a dark brown just like mine and the rest of my family. I, on the other hand am a whole foot shorter than Marcel with my skin two shades lighter than his hickory colour, making mine more like penny brown. My hair is done in big black box braids that reach the bottom of my waist which is my favourite kind of length.

Right now, we're all currently travelling home from our two week holiday in Barbados where the sun was constantly shining and a pool was always available at my leisure. It's extremely nice over there especially where we were staying; the balcony over looked the beach and sea on one side but on the other, was a town filled with palm trees and people constantly walking by. My favourite time was at night when all the lights would turn on and cast a sort of glow everywhere. Sigh. I miss it already. At least then, Marcel was moderately tolerable since we were always doing something.

"Keziah, why are you and Marcel always arguing?" My little brother Nolan asks.

"Don't ask me Nolan. Marcel is the one constantly causing trouble." I respond with irritation.

"Actually, I think both of you annoy each other equally as much." Omari, my other younger brother pipes in.

"Well, I didn't ask for your opinion Omari now did I?"

He rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever game he's playing on his phone.

Apart from Marcel, I also have two other siblings and they're absolute angels compared to him. Omari is 14 years old and is probably the nicest one out of all of us and Nolan is the 6-year-old sweetheart that my parents adore completely. Nolan has one of those square looking afros with the sides cut short and is simply just a scrawny looking boy. Omari on the other hand, has cornrows braided on his head and wears glasses that hide his extremely curly eyelashes which i am completely envious of. Since i am only 5 ft 2, he has surpassed my height and continues to grow.

According to my mother, I am the child who constantly looks for trouble with the others. She literally calls me trouble. I mean, have they even met Marcel? I scoff mentally.

I can feel myself finally drifting off when-

Poke. Poke. Poke

Stay calm Kez, just ignore him like usual.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

I groan loudly in irritation "Marcel leave me alone and bother someone else for once!"

"Alright kids, your mother and I are tired of you both so were splitting you up." My father finally states.

"What do you mean?" Questions Marcel.

"What I mean is Kez your moving a few rows behind us in the empty space and Marcel you're staying here where we can keep an eye on you."

"What? How come I have to stay here instead of Kez?" whines Marcel.

"Because I said so now do as you're told. Kez move."

Grudgingly, I stand up slowly, purposefully dragging me feet and begin to make my way out of my seat. This is all Marcel's fault; if he could just stop being annoying all the damn time.

Just as I am about to leave the row I previously occupied, I punch him in the arm as hard as I can before speeding off.

I faintly hear an "ouch" coming from
behind me and laugh the rest of the way to my new seat for the next 5 hours.

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A/N
This chapter is really short but it does get longer I promise!
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