Hi guys this is my first ever chapter that I've written. I don't own Rise of the Guardians, but I do own my OCs and the plot of the story. Please don't steal my ideas. Please review, and I hope you enjoy this story.
"Sapphire, Agate, Spinel, Heliodor…" I mumble, sorting through my huge pile of gems that sit in my lap. With each bump the car goes over, I yelp, grabbing all of the crystals before they fall to the carpeted floor of the car, where nothing can escape the shadowed land of the unknown, situated right underneath my seat. Once something is lost under there, it's lost forever. I should know. About a quarter of my crystals fell to the floor once and I have never seen them since. Another bump, another squeal.
"Lauren! Hold onto your rocks properly or put them away!" My mum yells over the ear splitting music that seems to travel through my bones. I know I should really try not to talk back, but I can't help it.
"Mum they're gems, not rocks. Would you please try to act like you care?" I shout back. Her head whips around for a split second to glare at me before focusing her attention on the road.
Oops. I'm in big trouble now. She hates it when I talk back or correct her, with anything. Even if she know that she got something wrong, I still get screamed at for being rude. Is helping someone to say things correctly really that rude? I think it's a discreet way of being nice. I can practically see smoke billowing from her ears. But today she chooses to stay quiet. This is scary. She never misses an opportunity to yell at me. With a bone chilling squeal of the brakes, the car lurches forward and my cousin Riley, (who had been quiet the whole time) let out an almighty yell, just loud enough to cover up the sound of my gem pile flying up into the air and smashing into the window.
"What was that for Riley?" Mum shrieked. "You could've burst my eardrums." I wish he did, I think to myself. I lean over the back of the row in front of me and give him a small kiss on the head.
"Thanks Riley, and please don't leave me alone with mum at dinner. I would like to stay alive for at least a few more days. I think she wants me dead." I whisper, thankful that my mum loves the radio turned up to the maximum volume. Riley turns around to look at me, giving a small wink.
"Will do darling. Now get out before the evil witch tries to rip you eyes off your face. Nessa's already waiting outside." With that he pulls me over the top of seat and pushes me gently out the door. For a 14 year old, Riley does a pretty good job at being a big brother. In my life, that's a big deal. My real brother Dylan, just after he turned 18, decided he would leave the house, do some drugs and then ruin our family by committing suicide. Now my cousins live with us, and since my parents got divorced, my mum has been a beast. With a quick hug (for Riley only) I say goodbye to both people left in the car. I feel so sorry for Riley as they speed away. I can barely make out what my mum is yelling at him when she turns up the radio again. 'Don't you ever do that again mister, or I'll have you sent back to your ungrateful parents' or something like that. I give a small wave to the disappearing spot of red that marks my car in the distance.
Spinning on my heel, I'm greeted by an arm over my eyes and a hand over my mouth. That's the good thing about teeth. I open my mouth to bite Nessa's arm gently but she quickly pulls away, revealing the new car sitting in her driveway."Oh wow Ness, I love it!"
"Don't you just!" She squeals, running over to the shiny white Honda. "Look at it!" I had never seen a new car before, not up close anyway. Where I live, no one would ever dare to buy anything new, everything is second-hand. I walk up to the car and slide a hand over the shiny door, admiring my reflection in the window. My hair is a mess, I realise. I'll have to sit down and have Nessa braid it for me. "Come inside, Lola!" She grabs my arm and pulls me through the doorway that had been painted white by her dad last Sunday, just after we had 'accidentally' thrown some paintballs at the walls in the hallway. He made us clean every inch of the wall we could reach, which, in Nessa's case, wasn't much at all. "Come on, run! Into my room now!" She suddenly yells and I run after her, overtaking the short little girl on the fourth step. "Hey, that's not fair! You're faster than me" She huffs, staggering up the last few steps. When she finally crawls her way up and into her room, she pouts at me, her arms folded over her chest.
"Where are we going?" I ask, ignoring her glare. It was typical Ness to get angry at me for beating her. She is super competitive. Ever since kindergarten she had always compared herself to others, especially me. It was so much pressure being a role model. At least I don't have any younger siblings. Nessa does. Three of them, to be exact, and one older brother. Kenneth, the eldest, is super tall and really lazy, and the younger three are triplets. They all look different (thank god!), and they all love to torture me. I think it's their birthday coming up soon. They're almost 4, which means I need to give them $4 to share between themselves. I know that Marienne will have the most. She always does. Tom and Felicity share everything, and Marienne gets everything. That's the life of Nessa. Being the middle child annoys her. Especially since she's really young for a year 7 student. I'm 13 and a quarter, whereas she's nearly 12 and a half. Suddenly Nessa snatches the bag of gems out of my hand and clicks her tongue in disapproval.
"If you're going to carry something like this around, do it in style." She scolds, swinging the bag around her finger. A grin forms at the edges of her mouth. I almost laugh at how easy it is to make her smile again. She whips a stunning bag out from behind her back and I gasp in awe. It is the most amazing thing I have ever seen, with the perfect amount of pockets to hold every jewel in my tattered old snap lock bag. "Now don't you dare bring that to the beach. It isn't waterproof, and around here money doesn't grow on trees!" We're going to the beach? I hope Nessa's okay with that. She begins to descend back down the stairs, and I see something out of the corner of my eye. It looks like a person. I look again and it disappears.