The Spirit Fledgling
Chapter 1
It's that time of month again. The day my parents go to visit Damien at the House of Night. He's my brother so you think I would be excited but….my parents never take me with. They think that I'M the reason he's gay, but whatever.
"Come on hurry up were going to be late" my mom shouted up the stairs to my dad.
*Sigh* Why can't they at least let me sleep if they're not going to let me go. I glanced over to the bulk in my closet that has been there for a month, just waiting to get into Damien's hands. Our birthday is this month so I bought him a few presents just in case there was the slightest hope that I could see him, but of course there was more chance that there would be a blizzard in hell then that happening.
"CICILIA!!!" my mom shouted, "Hurry up and get down here if you want to visit your brother!"
"Okay I'm coming!!" I shouted. (Did I just see a snowflake?)
I rushed and put on my favorite purple shawl over my pale blue shirt, threw on some jeans, put on my beret, grabbed the bag of presents, and my purse, then ran out the door. My mom and dad where already in the car waiting for me when I got down stairs. I can't believe they are actually letting me go!
"Thanks," I mumbled sleepily as I got in the car. Even though I'm excited to see him I'm not a vampyre. I don't live in the night.
"Now," my dad said with his voice of authority, "I don't need you getting Damien sick with this cold you've had for the past couple of days. Cuz you know what happens to fledglings that get sick."
"I told you that you needed to wear thicker clothing in the winter!" my mother said in her usual scolding tone.
"I know I know!!" they were really starting to get on my nerves geez!
On that note they turned around, eyes intent on the road, pretending I didn't exists. I liked it that way. It gave me more time to draw. With that in mind I took out my sketch book and started to draw a random picture that came into my head. It was a picture of a woman holding her hands up to hold the moon.