Act 1; This Might Hurt
Have you ever felt like your whole life was going to change; like it was a feeling deep down inside your gut, and even though it was extremely weird, you somehow knew something was gonna happen. Well, that's how I felt about us leaving my precious home town, and beloved home, and moving to some deserted island.
Sure Mom had tossed the idea of moving around a couple of times, but dropping the bomb without a warning was totally unlike her. Like really. She usually warns us two days before she has to go to the grocery store. It seemed like her job was peachy, but guess not-since we she blew up my world by saying we were moving.
Moving seemed like a dream to me, and it felt like it was never going to happen, but it did, and when it did it felt like a nightmare. A nightmare of me crying in my room, begging my mom not to make me leave, having to say goodbye to all of my great friend and loving boyfriend, and having to leave one of the best places on the Earth, Radiant Garden.
But I guess we finally got to these islands. The Destiny Islands. I've got three words. Gayest. Name. Ever.
Someone needed to take a gun to my head, and blast my brain across the windows of the car. Sure when you think of islands you think warm beaches, glowing sun, gorgeous tan, hot surfer boys, and shorts wearing weather ALL YEAR LONG. The Destiny Islands are like Iceland. Cold, wet, and totally misleading. It felt like we were in Washington, not DC but cold, wooded Washington the state; besides the beaches, it would be an exact replica.
I didn't want to even get up the next morning. I mean, I already had to spend my first day on this horrible island, and now I have to go to hell too? By hell I mean school.
I just wanted to stay wrapped in my cozy blanket, sleeping in the sweet warmth, as my eyes were trying to keep sealed shut. It wasn't until the blow up air mattress started to stir, along with a couple of morning yawns that my eyes started to flutter awake. Last time I remember, I was sleeping next to my gorgeous husband, Zac Efron, but after staring a couple minutes at his spiked up hair that looks like a porcupine, I realize I'm not sleeping with Zac Efron. I'm sleeping with-
"EW!" I shout as I spring up from the uncomfortable air mattress, my layer of warmth quickly dissipating as I turn towards my sleeping companion, "Remind me why we have to share a bed again?!"
"Because Mom said the movers weren't going to be here until Friday. Did you zone out, or are you just stupid?" Roxas said in a smart ass tone, as he slowly stretched his lean arms above his head and let out a deep groan. I SO wanted to smack the smirk off his stupid face, but he'd probably smack me back, so I decided the plan wouldn't lead me anywhere. After stretching his long arms and legs, he then hopped out of bed and unplugged his IPhone from the outlet, swiping the lock screen as he began rapidly typing on the glowing screen. With a rather large sigh, he sat his iPhone back on the table and turned to me with this evil smile on his face.
I narrowed my eyes and mouthed "no". I was so not leaving this bed; he would have to shackle my legs to a car and actually drag me away and out of my bed.
Roxas smiled and shrugged, "Sorry Kai, looks like it's time to get up. Ya know, get yourself to actually look appealing."
"But Roxie," I whined wrapping some of the blanket around me tightly, "I feel sick, like crampy sick."
"Oh yeah, sorry to disappoint you Kai but that's just you and your girly problems."
I fell right onto my pillow and let out a noise between a groan and a scream, which was muffled by my soft pillow. Roxas gave a laugh, and quickly left the room as he entered the hallway before I could throw something at him-smart move Roxie, smart move. I literally wanted to strangle him right now, but the lack of energy held me back to my bed; why did someone invent school, maybe it was some torturing method back in the day, but it's probably ten times worst nowadays. Like seriously, school has caused millions of people stress and death everyday! And it's number uno target? Well you're looking at her.
School wasn't that bad back at Radiant Garden,I was extremely popular, had an absolutely amazing boyfriend, and not to mention, was one of the most gorgeous girls at the school; hopefully it would be the same case here. But comparing my beautiful school and it's beautiful people to this place? It was like comparing some homeless freak to Beyonce, for crying out loud.
I slowly get up from the warm cocoon of blankets, my body greeting the cold air that surrounds me, as my feet braced the cold, wooden floor. I walk towards the only bathroom we have upstairs, which lies in the middle of the long, narrow hallway, quickly glancing at my appearance in the mirror as I entered.
Stupid Roxas, and his stupid jokes; I didn't look that bad, besides the bed head that made me look like a standing porcupine. Call me a bitch, but I know how hot I am. Back at RG, I was flawed over everyday by guys and even so girls; it was hella annoying, but it was sure was flattering on my behalf. I wasn't your average Barbie doll, that's for sure. With shiny, auburn, hair down to my hip bone and bright blue eyes, I was definitely not your regular blonde plastic.
I quickly begin to comb my hair roughly through, ignoring any of the pain that was coming from my thick scalp, since I had no idea how much time limit I actually have. After taking several seconds to finish up my now, somewhat, straight hair, I quickly reached into the cabinet drawer and pulled out my tooth brush, spilling gooey toothpaste all over the top as I did so. As I moved the brush back and forth in my mouth, I was already starting my morning planning-which consisted of me figuring out what I was going to wear for that day.
Shorts were totally crossed off of my list, because the high today was probably gonna be sixty-five with a one hundred percent chance of rain. I spit out the minty foam inside my mouth, it landing right in the middle of the sink, as I wiped away the rest with the back of my hand. I darted back out into the hallway, turning left and then right into the room where Roxas and I had been sleeping, quickly running over to my purple suitcase that laid against the wall. The rest of my clothing are suppose coming with our furniture on Friday, so that means I have to at least make it till Friday with the four outfits I had to choose from. I search through the random articles of clothing, dumping them on the floor until I find my lovely white tank top, that was decorated beautifully with lacing at the top and flowed out at the bottom, and a dark wash pair of Hollister super-skinny jeans. Hardly caring if Roxas comes into the room or not, I quickly rip of my tie-dye t shirt and unbuttoned my black Victoria's Secret bra, switching to a white, strapless one-figuring my mom would probably scold me for wearing a dark bra with a see-through shirt. After that, I quickly remove my Nike black running shorts that I had worn two nights in a row, throwing them into my own little pile of dirty clothes, as I began the struggle of getting my super-skinny jeans onto my body. I finally get them all stretched out and onto my body, after what seems to be like twenty minutes-which, in reality, it's only been five.
Once I am finished with getting my ensemble on, I dart back into the small bathroom and pull out my flat iron from another one of the drawers, plugging it into the white outlet as it starts to heat up. I brush through my hair once again, this time spraying heat protective spray through the ends of my hair as I do, which leaves my hair feeling a little sticky but I blow off the feeling as I begin to straighten my hair. It takes me around fifteen minutes to take all the frizz out of my hair by gliding the iron over my hair, and it looks almost bone straight when I'm done. I unplug the iron and grab a pair of short, brown gladiator sandals, while heading for the staircase that will lead me downstairs to the kitchen.
I make my way down the small staircase, my sandals clicking against the hard wooden panels as I walk through the open door at the body of the stairs, entering the main hallway of the house. The hallway is empty at the moment, no pictures line the walls and there isn't even a table against the any of the walls yet, so it seems like a long empty tunnel that might continue forever. But it doesn't. I turn to the left and head towards the open space at the end of the hallway-which is where the kitchen lies. When I enter the fairly large room, I quickly notice Roxas, who sits at the bar with a bowl of cereal in front of him, while Mom is bustling around the kitchen putting bowls and plates away from open boxes. I pull over one of the duck taped and wrapped bar stools and sit beside Roxas, who has milk dripping from his chin. Manners much Roxie? Or is that too much to ask?
"Morning sweetheart! Did you sleep well last night?" Mom asked as she glanced over her shoulder, still unwrapping the brown paper from the delicate plates.
"Not really, since I had to sleep with the last person I would want to in the the whole wide world." I answered, rolling my eyes over my head as Roxas let out a chuckle.
"I couldn't agree anymore." He smirked, as he shoved another spoonful of Fruit-Loops into his mouth.
"How bout you try and eat something Kai," My mom suggested, switching to another box as she pulled something out, "we got Lucky Charms!" She gave me a goofy smile as she shook the box a little bit, making the cereal bounce against the cardboard walls of the box. She's trying way too hard this morning.
"No Mom. I'm not very hungry." I say as I tap my fingernails anxiously on the kitchen counter, watching Roxas eat cereal out of the corner of my eye.
A look of concern washes across her face, as she sits down the Lucky Charm box carefully, "Kairi, is there something bothering you?"
"Well besides the fact that we moved away from my home, came to a place like this, I had to sleep with my obnoxious brother and now have to start my sophomore year of high school again, then I'm doing just swell!" I say sarcastically, making my arm curve in like a pirate as my mom gave me a loud sigh.
"Listen you guys, I know how hard it might be for you to adjust to this move, but believe me it's for the better-for all of us." Mom explained, placing her hands against the granite counter top as she glanced between the two of us.
"How is this better? Moving away from Roxas's and mine home, where we have grown up for all of our life?" I asked, feeling a bit of anger starting up in my stomach as my mom showed no signs of trouble.
"Kairi, please do not use that tone with me." My mom ordered me, her voice becoming firm as she looked me in the eye, "I know it might not make sense now for us to move to this brand new place, but it's going to get better for all of us. I promise you that."
"But mom, the thing about promises, is that you have to keep them." I replied with a snarky tone, standing up from my stool as I headed towards the front door of the house. Before I left the kitchen though, I quickly glanced over my shoulder, feeling sadness wash over me as I added, "Dad would have let us stayed in Radiant Garden." After that, I quickly zoomed out of the house, thinking there was no way I was staying in that place for any longer than I shoulder.
As I approached the white doors that rest at the front of the house, I quickly grabbed my small messenger backpack that sits on top of several boxes and headed out the door, turning the golden knob quickly and stepping out into the cold morning. The door slid shut behind me as I walked down the steps of our porch, and continued to follow the path that lead around the house to our long driveway. The morning air brushes my face and skin, causing me to shiver and create goosebumps up and down my arms, as I finally make it to where mom had parked her black porsche. Fog surrounded the premises of our yard, so much that you couldn't even make out the end of our winding drive way. I stood there for a couple seconds, leaning against the back of the car as my gazed around the property, until I spotted something that wasn't normal.
Couple yards away behind our house, near where the tall, dark forest met the soft grass of our property, stood a man wearing a long, black trench coat. The hood was pulled over his head, so I couldn't see his face clearly, as he stood facing towards my direction. After finally getting a good view of him, I stepped away from the side of the car, walking towards the front of him-her-it-I could care less whatever the thing was, what I cared about was it getting off our property.
"HEY, YOU! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!" I shouted loudly at the figure, starting to march slowly over to the end of the driveway, that separated the concrete from our backyard, "AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! YOU CAN'T BE OUT THERE LIKE THAT!"
I didn't think our lot was private property, but like I cared, there was a freaky stranger staring me down like I was some sort of celebrity. Maybe he thought I was like Emma Stone, or Holland Roden, I would be okay with that.
"HEY!" I shout once more, my backpack sliding to the ground as I stop at the edge of the driveway, "What to do now?" I thought inside my head as my eyes continued to focus on the man. He still stood there, right between the grassy yard and the tree line, facing my way if he was going to shout out and suddenly speak to me. Everything inside my head was telling me to run, to go find mom or Roxas, just to get away and out of sight from the creepy man.
But, my feet remained planted, my eyes didn't move from the hidden face inside the hood, and I didn't feel anything.
After staring at him for a couple more seconds, something suddenly seemed to snap inside me-something had happened. My fist squeezed into a ball, my face seemed to heat up with irritation as my eyes felt like they were on fire with rage. All of the sudden, my legs started to move, and I found myself running out into the backyard, running over to the man. As i got closer and closer to him the fog seemed to clear, and it wasn't until I noticed something hanging down from his hand that my feet had completely stopped. In his left hand was what looked to be some sort of necklace, its gold chain swirling around as it held a large red stone at the red. The man squeezed his hand for a second, and then dropped the golden jewelry onto the dewy ground, a whistling noise following it down as it crashed below.
"Kairi!" A voice called from behind me, snapping my attention back towards the driveway and my house.I recognized the voice quickly as Roxas, as I saw his figure trotting over towards me through the fog.
"Roxas, I'm over here! Quick!" I shouted back to him, waving my hands in the air as I glanced back at the hooded figure behind me. Yes! He was still there! With Roxas by my side, we could easily kick this pervert's ass in a matter of seconds.
"Kairi...Mom heard you shouting...what's wrong?" He asked me, bending over as he coughed out the words, obviously out of breath. Roxas wasn't the most athletic kid at school, infact he was more of the nerdy type of kids; played the tuba in middle school, was a part of the annual spelling bee, and was more interested in books than girls. I mean, Roxie wasn't fat or anything, but he wasn't really that noticeable.
"Roxas! There's a man out near the trees that won't leave, see-!" I explained pointing out over to where the man had stood, but just like how the world was already cursing me with moving, he was now cursing me with being crazy, because the man-WAS-GONE.
"Kairi," Roxas simply answered, looking over towards the tree line where I had pointed to, "I think you finally lost it. I'll call the nutso house, they'll be here to take you away in about an hour, you better get packing."
"Roxas, I'm not crazy and I'm not kidding! There was a man, right over there-"
"Yeah, yeah, this is probably just another lame attempt to get mom to let you stay home and miss your first day at this new school. Well, get it through your head sister, mom probably won't let you miss school, only if you're throwing up-no, wait, she'll probably still make you go to school." Roxas laughed, turning back towards the house as he started to walk back.
"I wasn't lying though…" I mumbled under my breath as my attention went back over to where the man was standing, remembering how he had dropped the piece of jewelry only a few seconds before disappearing. I quickly made my way over to where the hooded figure was last, now hearing the garage door open and the sound of my mother and Roxas talking as I scanned the area below me. It had to be here somewhere, I mean, it's not like he picked it up, right? Well Kairi, you actually didn't see him pick it up so how would you know? Ugh, I hated when my mind began to argue with my mind.
After gazing around the grass, probably looking like I was a little kid looking for some bug to eat, my eyes finally caught sight on something that seemed to pop out against the ground. My fingers slide around the golden chain, as I pulled the necklace up from the tangled grass and held it up to my eyes. Yup, this was it, so Mr. I-like-to-wear-hoods-and-act-like-a-creep actually did drop it. Hmmm, I wonder why he-
"Kairi! Come on! You're not going to be late on your first day!" My mom's annoying voice suddenly entered my head, as I almost dropped the necklace back into the jungle of green leaves. I quickly slid the necklace into my back pocket, and headed back over to my mom with an annoyed grimace on my face.
"First I'm in hell, and now I'm crazy…"