Siege
Book 1
By Danielle Chagnon
chapter one
an ordinary day gone wronger
Forlorn. Cold. Lost. Where was she? The wind stinging at her ankles and nose and the ice falling against her eyelids, blinding her for a split second, she was numb. Where am I? What happened? Why am I here? Although it seemed apparent she was in below freezing weather, there came a comfort, a sense of warmth, that came from somewhere close yet far... like a fire, but soft like a steam bath. What was it? It grew mire vibrant, if that was even possible. She opened her eyes to... her bed?
"Ugh. Not again. Dang dreams." She muttered, yanking her electrical blanket out from around her. She sat up towards the door to be encountered by some round... thing. "Benjamin!" Get that tube away from my face, you idiot!" "It's a megaphone." The boy retorted. "Whatever," she snapped, "it's big, loud, and now it's outta' here." She snatched the megaphone away from the now jumping child. "Why did you bring this is in here, shrimp?" "Momma told me to make sure you woke up in time for school—" "Bet she didn't say you could use a horn." "Megaphone! And... well she didn't say I couldn't!" "Get out!" She roared as she chucked the horn out the door, "and take this... thing with you!" "I'm gonna' tell mom on you!" "Thanks! Oh, and be sure to mention I woke up by myself and without needing you to help!" She yelled, opening the door and shoving her brother into the hallway. "Megaphone!" "Whatever!" "Megaphone!" "Whatever!" "Megaphone!" "Go away!" She abruptly shut the door so as to not hear anymore of her sibling's remarks, to no avail. Deciding to ignore it, she lamented, "When will he just grow up?"
Great. Day... let's see... fifteen. sigh Day fifteen of torture. When will summer break come and rescue me from the learning dump? After she got dressed into her "uniform," a once-white blouse, which she dyed black on day two of torture, a frayed plaid knee-skirt, and her school shoes, also plaid converses. Since she was so hungry she thought she could've stuffed her electric blanket in her mouth and claimed it was breakfast, she decided to remove that temptation and hurry to the kitchen immediately.
Her mother frowned as she noticed her brunette daughter race down the stairs towards the cereal cabinet. "Melody Samantha—" "Mom!" "Fine, Sam. Ben—" "Don't worry mom. You can still call her Samantha. She won't blush as hard as when she sees Aaron, so—" "Shut up!" His older sister hissed. "Quiet! He told me what you did." "Shocker, coming from a pee-wee, tattle-tale, self-centered, spoiled little nose-picker like you," Sam retorted to her brother.
"Smelly pea-brain!" Benny muttered, glaring.
"Ugh!" Their mom groaned. "Stop it!" A moment of silence passed as they all settled themselves in their chairs.
"Well I think its time for school now. Oh! There's the bus! Asta lasagna. I'll keep my eyes off ya', Shrimp." She retorted to her brother as she finished off her cereal, snatched her thin, black and white backpack off the living room floor, and headed towards the door. "Wait!" Benny shouted from the kitchen as Sam headed out the door. "Careful not to walk into anything!" "Likewise, juvenile delinquent!" "Stop saying words I don't know!" "Alrighty. Pig, then," she retorted as she slammed the front door shut and started off towards the bus.