I wrapped my long hair in a messy bun on top of my head and started puckering my lips in the mirror. My face looked so fat. Weird. I tugged at my crop-top exposing my stomach. I rubbed my stomach over my belly ring which was just a solid black circle at the top and bottom. I smiled. My shorts with fishnets under made my thighs look huge. And my combat boots.
Suddenly, I heard this terrible clarinet noise at my door.
"Connor!" I scream and run to my door and open it. Before I could get a good hold on my annoying devil little brother, he jotted off to his room and slammed the door, skittering in response.
"Mom!" I yell down the stairs. "Connor's playing his dumb instrument at my door again." I stomp down the stairs.
Connor pokes his head out of his door. "Rouge won't let me practice." I quickly turn and run to his door praying that I catch him. He closes it but my boot stops the door, I swing it open at tackle him to the ground trying to get a good grip on his clarinet.
"Give it, Connor." I mumble.
"MOM!" Connor screams to the top of his lungs and I cover his mouth with one hand. The other one on the instrument.
"Will you two stop? Rouge your too old for this." I turn and mom was standing their wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "Give him his instrument and Connor you know where to practice. Only in your room."
I stand and let go of his stupid thing. "Twerp." I ruffle his hair and push him, he sticks his tongue out at me.
I pretend to slice my throat with my hand and he rolls his eyes, placing his clarinet back in it's case.
My mom looked me up and down. "That's what your wearing?"
"Mom." I roll my eyes and groan, stomping down the stairs.
"What? I'm just asking." She follows close behind me, sitting the towel on the kitchen counter.
I rummage through the fridge and find the orange juice container. I open the flap and bring it to my mouth.
"Don't you dare." My mother hissed, squinting her eyes at me.
"Fine" I whisper and reach in cupboard for a cup. I pour and she stands over my, smiling really hard. "Mom...do you want to say something?"
"How's Knuckles?" She smiles hard and I thought it wasn't possible, and starts to jump up and down. I blush immediately and bite my lip not knowing how to answer that.
Whoa! Pause. You people are probably lost and bored so let me explain Knuckles to you. He's this great guy that I've known since diaper-age. He's a great guy. Good looks, charming, smart, the WHOLE package. And I've been trying to get him to notice me since...4th grade and were Juniors now and he still hasn't popped the big question yet. I'm obsessed with him and my friends always say we should just get together but we haven't. So...yeah that's about all I have to explain to you.
"Mom I haven't spoken to Knuckles in 2 months." I sit the orange juice back in the fridge and drink from cup and I plop my butt on the counter.
"What! Why not?" She goes to the cupboard and pulls out a mug for her coffee I just noticed was sitting patiently under the coffee maker.
"He vacationed to Florida all of summer and Shadow lost touch with him."
Sorry, I keep stopping but fyi I'm going to be doing this the whole time so if you have a problem I suggest you stop reading now. Now Shadow, he always comes across as a dark mysterious bitch. Am I right or am I right? Well he's not. I've known him for a while and nobody really gets him but me. I'm his diary. I know every event in his life, just ask me. True, he is mysterious but that's what draws the "ladies" in. He's my best-friend and he understands me as much as I understand him.
"That sucks." My mom pokes her lip out in a pout like a 9 year old. I snicker and gulp down the juice and fling my tote on my shoulder.
"I'll tell him you said hi. Bye mom." I blow a kiss and she pretends to catch it and lays it softly on her cheek. "Tell dad I said hello and tell Connor he's adopted. It's time he knew the truth."
"I'm adopted!" Connor stood at the end of the stairs, gripping the rail. His eyes looked like a deer caught in head-lights.
Before I close the door I look back at him. "Yeah, sweetie. I'm sorry we didn't break the new to you sooner."
"ROUGE!" Mom snaps through gritted teeth and slams the mug down, chasing after a wailing Connor.
I smile and close the door, twiddling my keys around in my finger. "Revenge is a bitch."