Fugitive Freak

Chapter 1: A Discovery

“Manuela."

“W-what?"

“Wake up~"

“Just a few more minutes."

“Wake up you damn blasted idiot!"

A slap hit me in the face.

“Ouch! That hurts." I shouted. “Whatever," she rolled her eyes in disgust. I growled at her. Yes, her, Joan SecretSpell, my seventeen year old sister. Old I say, doesn't matter if she's young. At least I give her a full kick in the ass of describing her. Tch! No one under estimates me, even an older one. It doesn't matter if I rebelled in front of her. That's what teenagers are growing up to.

The name's Manuela, Manuela SecretSpell, and I am a fourteen year old kid. Yep, a kid you say, that's what everyone call me.

 “What are you doing in my room?" I asked her. “I was told to wake you up and you know what?" “What?!" I exclaimed. She snickered, “ I never knew your room is mess-ier than mine," I jumped out of bed and pointed at her, “Prove it that you have a tidier room than mine." She looked at me with her villainous eyes. Yep, to me she's a bad guy.

We glared at each other for minutes. This is more like a staring contest, until a few books came tumbling down and finally my sister blinked. I threw a fist in the air, “Ha! I win," Joan rolled her eyes, “Don't care idiot. Hurry up and get ready, were already late for breakfast."

I went up to my closet and get some clothes. Rushing over to my bathroom, I let my sister clean my room. No offense, but she lost to me that's the rule. I turned on the tap and took no longer than five minutes to take a bath. Then, I simply put my clothes, a black sleeved white aloha t-shirt, a black hoodie, long pants that reached my black sneakers. You know what, I look like a stalker or even a standby on a street corner, waiting for someone to pass by and then abduct him or her. No, it's not what you think, I won't do that.

When I got out of the bathroom, my room was really clean. Whoa, I think my sister is better as a maid, no offense. “There, I'm done my lord," she told me. I smirked, “You know what, I love the way you addressed me like that," my voice was full of lust. Guess, I am 'tomboy', sometimes if I allow myself to be. I walked a few steps to my sister who was standing near the wall, a good chance for me tho. “Pfft. Like what? I'm your maid. Hey!" She exclaimed when I pinned her to the wall, her hands up, my right leg between hers, our faces close. I can tell you this; I am five inches taller than her.

 “Manuela! This is not the time for tricks- mph!" she complained, but I shut her mouth with my left hand. I smirked and leaned at her closer, my mouth near her left ear, “What is it Joan? Getting scared." I bit her ear, “Mph!" she protested. I looked at her, both of us looking at each other eye to eye. I can see that there were already tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “You looked really cute today Joan, what's the secret?" I asked her coolly, like I was her boyfriend.

I was going to jokingly kiss her, until something fell from my sleeve. We both looked down. There was a scattered deck of cards, a knife, a gun, a pen and white colored fox fur. I kept staring at the things, where the heck did they come from? Why the heck was it in my sleeve?

Joan broke from my grasp and fled. I just kept staring at the things that fell from my sleeve. Five seconds passed, and then I realized that Joan escaped. “Joan!" I shouted and ran out of the room. I still caught after her running down the stairs. I was one yard away from her. “Aunt! Uncle! There's something that Manuela that she didn't tell you about!" she shouted. Oh, shut your blabbing mouth Joan. “Aunt! Uncle! Manuela's a gambler!" Okay, know I had enough from you, wait. Something caught my attention, a trip wire. Now I have no choice.