My Guardian Wolf

Chapter 1

Bethany

 

“Aseel it’s on fire!!!” I yell over to my best friend. I start laughing so hard tears start to pour out of my eyes from seeing Aseel’s sad face.

            “Don’t worry they taste better when they are burnt.” My sister Hope shouts over to Aseel.

            Aseel just gives Hope an I doubt it look, but then to everyone’s surprise she actually makes her s’more with the burnt marsh mellow. I just shake my head in disbelief as she just continues to eat it. Really who likes a burnt marsh mellow I just hate the burnt taste. 

            “Mmmh. Your right Hope it is a lot better with a burnt marsh mellow.”

            “Aseel it probably tastes better anyways because this is your first s’more with the marsh mellow roasting over a fire. We typically warm them in the microwave.” I explain to my best friend/roommate.

            She just rolls her dark brown eyes at my statement. Out of all four of us girls I stand out the most because of my white skin with my caramel blonde hair. While the other three girls have dark hair, eyes and mocha colored skin. Sometimes when we are out in public and they realize that I'm there sister they just laugh at us, but we just laugh at them because they don't know our family.

        Aseel's been part of our family since we became friends when we lived in Dubai. She just got to the US a couple of weeks ago and we thought it would be fun for her to kind of get a feel of what our family has done since we lived in Wisconsin before we moved to Dubai and back.

            “Okay we didn’t come here to fight over what is the best type of marsh mellow is best with in a s’more we came to have fun. So what should we do around the camp fire?” Hope asks.

            An idea quickly pops into my head. “Hope did you bring your guitar?”

            “Yea.”

            “You can play some songs and and we can all sing along and just have fun around the camp fire.” I look at everyone’s to read their expressions.

Kara my younger sister just gives me a blank face not really caring what we do and just shrugs while everyone else agrees to singing with each other. See my younger sister didn't want to come, but mom made her come. I just hope she doesn't bring our whole week down or I'll be really mad at her.

A moment goes bye and Hope hasn’t moved to get her guitar so I glance at her. She is just staring at me expectantly. I narrow my eyes to her. Really do I look like a personal slave? I swear all my siblings us me as their slave or the like scaring the crap out of me.

Hope’s responses by narrowing her eyes as well and she raising one of her eyebrows. I sigh loudly and get up to go get it.

“Where is it?”

“In the car.” She answers with amusement.

Wow I really am a push over. I just shake my head in anger. I don’t even know why I always let my siblings use me. It’s hard for me to just argue with them because then I just feel guilty and I don't know why I do, but I do and it drives me crazy. Walking around the fire I pick the flashlight up to walk on the short trail to the truck.

It’s a little strange being here in Wisconsin again. We just moved down Florida so everyone like my father and oldest siblings could be closer to us. It was hard we ended up moving back because the schools were hard to transfer the IB classes to Wisconsin colleges and because IB classes can count for some college classes, but stupid Wisconsin Colleges didn't allow it.