"Kiana! Hurry, your Dad is waiting for you!" my mother yelled from the kitchen. I frowned as I looked through my drawers for my necklace. I groaned and ran to the bathroom, looking in the back of the shelf behind the mirror.
"Mom! I can't find my necklace!" I yelled back, panicking slightly. I rummaged through the space below the sink and let out a frustrated cry.
"Kiana! Isn't it on your bedside table? That's where I saw it last night when we were looking over the papers," Kira, my lovely sister yelled. I quickly jumped up, banging my head on the sink.
"OW!" I screeched in pain, pressing my fingers to the top of my head before running back to my room. I sighed in relief and quickly slipped on the necklace, smiling happily. I grabbed my backpack, Batman logo painted on it, and ran down the stair, jumping off the last one. "I am ready!" I announced. Kira smiled at me as she walked towards the door, handing me a packet of Pop Tarts. I smiled happily at her and held them close to me. I get very protective over Pop Tarts.
"Have a good day! Don't get into trouble!" my mom yelled to Kira and myself as we ran out the door.
"Bye mom!" we yelled back in unison. We jumped in the back seat of the car together, quickly putting our headphones in. I slowly grabbed Kira's phone and she took mine. I turned on 'Pompeii' by Bastille before looking through the photos. I sighed and glanced at my sister, who was looking through my photos. She smiled lightly at me before looking out her window. I leaned back in the seat, turning up the music louder so the sound of my dad entering the car was drowned out. Closing my eyes, I focused on the music and sighed once again. Good Morning Beacon Hills.
"No! The Civil War was much more interesting than the War of 1812! The Civil War actually has a real name and not a stupid number! And The Civil War was like the great American turning point, The War of 1812 was nothing! Nothing!" I yelled back at my smirking sister. She knew what pushed my buttons. And for some odd reason, incorrect facts about the Civil War was one of those buttons. My Dad chuckled as he sat at the desk at the front of the room.
"You're right! The Civil War trumps the War of 1812 any day. I'm sorry for doubting it," Kira says, sarcasm lacing her voice. I shake my head in mock disappointment and stand from my seat, walking to Dad's desk.
"We are going to have so mush fun with you being our new teacher. Just so much fun!" I assured a small smirk on my face. My father looked at me, Kira, then back at me before shaking his head and sighing, looking back at the papers in front of him. I let out a small laugh and skipped to the window of the room.
"Sit down, class is starting soon," Dad said, pointing to the door. I looked out the small window to see a swarm of students in the hall. I quickly ran to Kira's desk, running into it not so gracefully. I smiled at her and took the seat beside her, so the wall was on the left side of me. I was happy being in the back, beside the wall, no one noticed me as people began to enter. I kept my head down as everyone was seat, doodling in my notebook as Dad introduced himself. I however did look up when I heard Kira slam her head on her desk, I looked around to see everyone in the classroom staring at us, causing a blush to come over my cheeks. I quickly let a curtain of hair fall in front of my face, shielding my features from prying eyes. Before I could look back down, a pair of hazel eyes connected with mine, the boy with them sending me a small smile. I let a small smile grace my lips before ducking my head down for the rest of the period. Kira sneaked a look my way as I tucked the hair behind my hair, rolling her eyes in the direction of our father,making me stifle a laugh. I was wrong, having dad as a teacher would be down right terrible.
"All I am saying is that I am never going to use inequalities in my life. So why do I need to know how to solve and put one on a graph? I mean I did this in 8th grade for goodness sakes, why do I have to learn the pointless crap again?" I rambled on as Kira and I walked through the courtyard of the school, were most people were sitting, eating and socializing with their friends. After a while I had noticed Kira staring at a table to our left. There were 3 guys and 2 girls at the table. From the side I recognized the guy from class, the one with the hazel eyes, he was sitting beside a large boyish man with a tattoo gracing his arm. I say 'gracing' a lot in my head don't I? Ah who cares, I like the word. Anyway across from them was a skinnier, tall dude with brown curls, sitting next to a girl with dark brown hair, and a red-head. As we came closer to them we heard a bit of their conversation. Kira looked at me, surprise clear on her face. I'm sure it was on mine too. Why were these people talking about the in-between? Kira, being Kira, walked up to their table, leaving me to either stand alone like an idiot, or follow her. I groaned and went to stand beside her, picking up on the end of her explanation.
"What happens after that?" one of the girls asked, looking at my twin. I calmly stood beside her, eyes meeting with hazel ones on the other side of my twin.
"Death," I said, voice flat and bored, making the group look up at me. "What, I was always told sugar-coating things gets you nowhere in life," I said, a small smile on my face.
"And what do they call you? I'm guessing you two are twins," the red-head asked, pointing between Kira and me. I went to tell her my name but was cut off by another voice.
"Kiana, she's also in our History class," hazel eyes explained. I looked at him with a small smile, he smiled brightly back at me.
"Come on Kira. I promised Dad I would help him look over the test papers, then seeing the amount of them I also volunteered you," I said, turning back to my twin. I pulled my Batman backpack tighter on my shoulder as she stood up beside me. I waved at them slightly before turning on my heel and walking back to the building, Kira at my side.
"So how was your day?" Mom asked us as we entered the house. Dad quickly kissed my mother's cheek before setting down his briefcase. I threw my backpack down beside it and hugged my mom before running up the stairs. Once in the safety and security of my room, I pulled out my diary from my safe. Yes I have a diary and I keep it in a safe. Mom said to have in safe keeping, so I bought a safe. Other things are in there too of course. I quickly opened my diary and wrote down the events of the day. Including hazel eyes. I will admit I wrote about a whole page on him. I finished my writing and put it back in the safe. I quickly ran down the stairs to grab my book bag and grab some pizza before running back to my room. After homework it was dark out so I went to the bathroom, did my nightly routine and got ready for bed. As I stood in front of the mirror, I slipped off my necklace. I had gotten it for my 13th birthday. Mom said it meant 'self' or something. I held it in my hand, fingering the backwards '5'. I remember being so confused, asking why she got me a 5 necklace. Then she turned it around and showed me how to wear it. Explaining how it was an heirloom in our family. I never went a day without wearing it. I ran day to my room and laid it down carefully on my dresser. I said goodnight to everyone before slipping under the covers. My thoughts centered around Hazel Eyes.
Okay so someone requested a Stiles story for 3B so I started one, trying to update the other stories also but there is other stories I have on other sites so I'll try to update consistantly but I don't know it I will be able to! Thank you for reading and please review I love to hear what people have to say!