Damn you Ruben. Damn you to hell.
She thought, anger flowing through her as her fingers ghosted over the keyboard.
Symphony Wave. A perfectly boring young lady of 14- who was always teased by her friends for being one of the youngest in year 10. Who was sick and tired of feeling anger inside her when she couldn't let it out. Who hated having to live with Ruben and Frasier and Solomon and sometimes even herself.
It was getting to the point where she had to admit to herself: she hated it.
Hated it all.
Hated her friends, hated her family- hated her life. Even herself. Everything just made her so mad!
A knock on the door.
"Go away Ruben, or I swear I will-!" Symphony started.
"You will what?" came Solomon's flat, monotonous voice from the door. Solomon Wave opened the door and stepped through to talk to his daughter.
"Go away." the replied hiss cut through Solomon more than he'd like to show. "What is bothering you?" he continued.
"Nothing. Now go away."
"Is Ruben getting on your nerves?" Solomon asked.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! There! Happy now? I hate him and Frasier!" Symphony screamed, I hate you too, she thought, I could just never say it.
Solomon flinched… almost like he had heard her comment. But that was impossible.
Solomon ran his fingers through his blue hair, showing probably the most emotion Symphony had seen him convey in a long time. Why could Solomon always keep calm and indifferent? It wasn't fair! It was never fair.
Symphony continued to glare at her father. Suddenly there was a timid knock on the doorframe, behind Solomon.
"Symph…?" Ruben asked as he and his twin, Frasier, peeked out from behind their father.
"What?" Symphony said as scathingly as possible.
The purple haired twin stepped out into Symphony's line of sight. "Symph, I'm sorry I got on your nerves and junk. Honest." Ruben said. Frasier came to stand by his twin. "You… you don't really hate us… do you?" the red head asked.
Symphony sighed. "No. You just annoy me so much." But I do, I still hate you.
Ruben and Frasier's faces lit up. "Good. So you'll come out of your room and watch the movie with us?" Frasier asked carefully.
Another sigh and Symphony nodded, "yes." Suddenly all the tension was broken and the twins beamed. "Alright! Let's go Symph!"
"Don't call me Symph. It's Symphony." Symphony corrected automatically.
Rumble just chuckled.
The two boys led her into the sitting room. They sat down on the sofa as Solomon prepared the film.
How does he do that? I could've sworn he was still in my room… Symphony thought to herself. Though, strangely, it was almost like Solomon smiled at her, at her thought, which she though in her head. Weird or what?
"The film ready Dad?" Ruben asked. Curse his impatience.
"Affirmative."
Soon the opening titles to some stupid movie the twins so desperately wanted to watch came up on the screen. Symphony sighed. Ravage, the enormous black cat, came over and jumped up next to her.
The pink haired girl smiled. Ravage understood her. It was almost like he understood everything. But, of course, Ravage was just a cat. An animal, like Laserbeak and Buzzsaw, the birds.
Stupid names really. Who names a bird Laserbeak? Or Buzzsaw for that matter? And what was up with 'Ravage'? Symphony never heard of the cat doing such barbaric things. The twins? Maybe. Ravage? No.
"Ooh! The movies starting!" Ruben exclaimed.
Symphony got ready for a very dull 2 hours involving nothing but explosions and violence.
How do they convince Solomon to let them watch this stuff?
"It wasn't easy I can tell you."
Symphony turned very slowly to Buzzsaw, who had just appeared not only to talk, but read her mind.
Symphony knew a few solid facts: Buzzsaw was not a parrot. Only parrots talk. No type of bird can read minds. And then, she fainted.