Ok... so here's the frist chapter of my story, I know it's short, but I'm working on it.
I walked into the class room, and sat in the corner, The teacher told me what to do and I got started, I know there was no one there yet, I got here 45 minutes early every day, before my father would even awake. I know it's early, but it's safer, but I won't say anything more then this, my name is Keyria Lee Wilson, I'm 15, have dyslexia and ADHD.
"Lee?" A warm silky voice called I turned and seen my Rosie
"Aunt Rosie!" I said jumping out of my desk and running to her, she was standing in the door,
My Aunt Rosie, is kind of like a rose. She has long legs and wide shoulders, but she's somehow pretty short. Only 5'3 which makes me a bit taller then her at 5'5, She a pale color, with red hair. She tends to keep a flushed pink tint to her cheeks. And she spiky, and sweet. She's not my Aunt, she's my father's sister's Best friend, but somehow spends more time with me then anyone, that was until last year, when she moved to New York. Since were in New Jersey, it's not to far, but I don't see her much. But when I do see her, we talk all day and do fun stuff, well all four of us do.
"Look, Lee. I'm going to check you out, so get your stuff" She told me calmly, in her soft voice.
I love her just to talk to me, it's comforting. All my father does is curse, and yell. "Ok" I anwered
After Rosie left I walked to Mrs. Sager, I told her what I was doing and she smiled and nodded, Her thick black hair now had a few blonde streaks in it. Her hair is course and her skin and a light copper color, like pale tan. If that makes sense. She has brown eyes and smile lines. She's short and about the nicest teacher there is. Maybe it's because she's the Art teacher...
I took my old brown 'magic bag' I called it that, because some how, some way. It seemed to fit all my stuff, it was old and wore, but had no holes and was in good shape. I walked out of the class room and to the office;
Rosie had signed the slip and we walked out of the building, I spotted her large three row, green van, I broke into a run opening the second door there was Eli and Monica. I Smiled so wide, I thought my face might break for awhile. They had the same reaction, See Monica and Eli are twins being 4 weeks older then me, Monica is the same height has me and super skinny, she's light boned, like her mother. But her eyes are a green, her dark brown hair is untamable, but somehow is always done, it's wild and long. To her elbows long, and wavy. The shorter part form perfect curls I envy.
Her brother Eli, is taller then me bye a inch or two, His hair is wavy and curly, and sits in a shorter mop, it's the same brown, black color as his sister's, He also shares the calm brown eyes. He's big, when I say big I mean, football player big, he's not super big, but he's thick, muscle over muscle, and his momma feeds both of them like crazy, yet neither of them are big. He face is heart shaped, with cheeks with dimples. Yes, Eli and Monica have dimples. So does there mother.
"Lee!" They scream at the same time, and both hugged me, which I managed, but Monica, not so much, I might as well tell you what I looked like, at the moment. I'm 5'5 and sturdy thin. Like a softball player, with muscles, you can barely see. And my hair is black, with hints of red and brown. And slightly wavy, it hits right below my shoulders, I have a sweet appearance and Big brown eyes, there dark brown, not light. With a tiny bit of red, come to think of it, my eyes where almost the same color of my hair. I have light tan skin, And on my skin are scars, and Bruises, many of them. There for I wear light tee shirts and light weight jackets. And skinny jeans and converses. My hair was pulled into a simple ponytail, and ripped skinny jeans and a grey light jacket. I climbed over Monica and sat it the middle of them.
"Hey Monica, Eli" I said, starting a minor conversation, you know the ones, you ask at first to fill any awkwardness or it's just something polite, when you'd rather say something else, like, "How you like your new school?" when you'd rather say, 'Take me with you, I don't care what those people are like!' or, "What have you been doing" instead of, 'What the hell do they feed you there, you like a bull!'
After a few minutes, Rosie started smiling bigger, "Keyria," Everyone got quite, she only said my first name, when I was in trouble or for something really important, I hope it's the second. "I talked to you father," She sneered she hated him as much as I did, "And starting tomorrow, I will have custody of you!" She said happily, My heart stopped, My nose and eyes stung, 'Do NOT cry' is the only thing is my head, I didn't cry I smiled,
A millon different anwsers flew in my head, but only one came out;
"OMG! Aunt Rosie Really?" I asked excited.
She nodded still driving "Yea, your moving to New York" Me and Monica murmured quietly, about all the stuff we were going to do, and Eli started blowing hot breath onto the window's, I swear if someone ever had ADHD worse then me, it's him. Then I froze, everything was normal, then utter silence, you know when you get this feeling a second before something happens. Then BOOM..
Ok, so. what do you think, Nico is coming later in the story. Tell me if there's anything I need to add, or work on. I Love reveiws, they make me happy!