Alexia's Pov
"It's your turn!"
"No, its not!
"Yes, it is!"
"No, its not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!" I glared at Thomas as he started to run over to my mom, when ever he didn't get his way he either ran to mom or to his bed room to cry, I quickly ran after him as we both started to argue again to my mom's disappointment
"Mom! Mom tell Alexia its her turn to clean the kitty litter!"
"No, its not! It's his turn! I cleaned it yesterday!" I said shoving him away as he pushed me back, I growled getting tired of this argument every single day since he brought in the stray cat. We told him and told him 'Don't get attached to it' and what did he say? 'But it looks so hungry! Can't we give it a little bit of sandwich meat?' and guess what? It stayed and guess again? Five months later it was still here and had four kittens. Four! And even though we tried not to get attached to them, two stole our hearts. So I named mine Apalla, she's was just a plain jet black kitten with green/ yellow eyes while Thomas named his Zeus, he was a grey and black striped cat with blue eyes.
"No way! I did yesterday! Remember! I was wearing my Sonic T-shirt!" He shouted as I rolled my eyes at him.
"You wore that the day before! Quit being so lazy!" I snapped back as he clenched his teeth, I already had a feeling how this was going to end..
"I'm not lazy! Mom!" Thomas complained as my mom looked like she was about to start yelling for us to stop arguing.
"Thomas! Okay! Stop! I'll do it!" I said finally giving in, not wanting mom to get another head ache. Thomas just smirked at me then walked back to his room. I always have to give in to him! Just so that mom wouldn't get upset, and if mom gets upset then she's grumpy all day switching from fun and funny mom to don't bug me or else! I mumbled to myself as I went to get a grocery bag and the scoop to clean the poop.
"Its not fair. Why do I have to get stuck with the most annoying brother in the world? Hmm…at Mobius I wouldn't have to deal with this." I mumbled to myself as I bent over the litter box and did kitty duty (A/N: I had to throw the pun in! Get it? Duty? Dudy? Oh, forget it.).
"I did it! I'm going up to my room to write for a bit!" I said as I walked to the back of the house to where my bedroom resides. We're a very open family, we tell each other what we think, we joke about everything and we tell each other what we feel…well. I not so much. Some things I just don't want to say out loud or if I say it I'll get in trouble. Sometimes I just felt so alone, so lost. Like I had no one to talk to, no one to tell them what I felt, what I see, how I thought about things…then I discovered the pen and paper. Writing helped me white out the loneliness, but just like white out it only covered it up, if you scratch and scratch for a while then you see its still there. I mainly wrote fan fiction, most people think they have no life if they write fan fiction instead of actual writing. And like most fan fiction writers I though otherwise. You leave this world even if its just for a few moments, you enter the world your character is in and you can say, do, think what ever you feel. I walked through my bedroom door and threw myself on the bed enjoying the cool air hitting me from the air conditioner. I laid there for a minute enjoying the cool and darkness of my room, I always kept my curtains closed. I enjoyed the dark, because without the dark we can't see the stars. I sat up and reached over to my dresser grabbing my pen and paper, and soon fell into Mobius….
"LEXI! ALEXIA! LEXI!" I jumped and accidentally slid halfway off the bed, I groaned then quickly opened my bedroom door. Thomas was standing there looking annoyed and frustrated.
"Come on! I want to go out!" He whined as he started walking to the back door, I closed my eyes and leaned against the door frame.
"I feel like going out today, can we go tomorrow?" I said really wanting to finish writing the chapter, he smirked then took a step forward
"Oh mom!" He said as I growled at him, crossing my arms.
"Fine! Give me a minute to get some shoes on!" I snapped at him as I went back into my room, I quickly slipped into a pair of black flip-flops. I was about to run out of my room when I saw my pen on the floor from where I dropped it. I bit my lip then quickly grabbed it sticking it in my jean pocket, then hurried after my little brother.
We lived in a small town, so small you could walk were ever you wanted to go but most people just drive. One its easier and two it gets extremely hot. We walked around in the town square, I knew exactly why Thomas wanted to get out and that was because he had heard that his favorite bait shop was getting in new fishing poles. He quickly headed in the direction not even bothering to see if I was coming with him, I could hear the cling of the bell as he threw the door open. Rolling my eyes I leaned against a tree outside of the shop, I closed my eyes enjoying the soft breeze coming from the boat ports. You could say it was a ocean town, our main income was from fishing and tourism. Inhaling I smelled incense and jasmine, I looked to the side to see a store window decorated with suns, moons and stars. I knew I wasn't supposed to leave Thomas alone, but it would only be a few minutes I told myself as I walked into the shop. It was dimly lit, bright scarves, stones and candles decorated the inside of the strange establishment. I reached over to a shelf that held different rings, and other jewelry.
"Hello, dear. How can I help you?" A soft voice said from behind me, I nearly jumped. She was so quiet I didn't even hear her coming.
"I didn't mean to scare you. Were you looking for something in particular?" She asked as I shook my head. She had graying hair and bright deep blue eyes. But there was something about her eyes that made you want to not look away.
"Umm…no. I…I was just looking around." I said as I put the ring I held back in the spot I had gotten it from. She smiled at me and lightly pinched my cheek like a grandmother would.
"You remind me of me when I was your age, you certainly look similar to me too. Hmm, well maybe I can help you find something you weren't looking for?" She said then walked over behind the counter, eyebrows scrunched I wondered what she was saying.
"What I mean is, that sometimes we're looking for something although we aren't mentally looking for something." She said as I blankly stared at her, she laughed shaking her head the took my hands in hers. Part of me was ready to get out of here before she stuffed me inside an oven, while the other part, my more adventurous side, said stay and see what happens next. She stared at my hands then softly smiled and looked up at me.
"Dear child. You have a wonderful talent, what tool do you use?" She said patting the back of my hand, I looked back to see if Thomas had come out yet. Nothing.
"Umm, what talent? What tool? I don't understand." I said pulling away from her, she sighed shaking her head.
"Your writing. Its such a beautiful talent, to form words and share their beauty with others. What do you use? A pencil? A plume? A pen or one of those newfangled computers?" She asked as she bent down and disappeared from my view, I could hear boxes being shuffled around when she appeared again.
"I use a pen. This pen to be exact although its starting to run out of ink." I said as I reached into my pocket and pulled it out for her to see, she took it in her hands then clucked her tongue.
"This is useless. Do you want your writing to feel like reality. Like you really are in the story?" She asked as she chunked the pen into a near by trash can as I watched in horror. I took a breath and answered.
"Yeah…all writers want that. To make the story come alive." I said as she smiled and pulled out a thin slender brown box, she pushed it in my direction.
"Take it. I want you to have it, you're a sweet innocent child and I think you'll certainly have quite and adventure." I opened the box to see a sleek ivory pen sitting in velvet, I held it in my hand as the excitement rose up then came the manners my mother had drilled into me.
"I…I can't take this. How much do you want for this?" I asked placing the pen back down, she just grabbed it and shoved it back in my hand.
"Take it. I want you to have it, maybe you can finally see-" She said as we heard shouting, I groaned then looked to see Thomas standing front of the tree shouting out my name. I was torn, I felt bad taking it would giving her anything, but I did need to get Thomas to shut up! I took the pen as she smiled happily at me.
"Thank you!" I said then quickly ran out of the shop her voice echoing behind me
"Have fun with it dear!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him the rest of the way home, earning me a grounding. Why? Because he's my little brother and I need to be more careful and because I had left him alone for a whole ten minutes! I sighed as dumped out my pockets, my cell phone, rubber band, library card and ipod came out, I was about to take off my jeans when I felt the pen. I took it out and stared at it in amazement. It was just so beautiful, I wanted to try it out so badly. And it was also ten O'clock at night, and when you're grounded you're supposed to be in bed by nine thirty. I shook my head and placed the pen on my dresser, but I kept staring at it. I sighed knowing I'd never sleep unless I wrote a little bit with it. I quickly slipped into my pajamas with a piece of paper on a clipboard and started to write…
Susan closed her eyes wishing for rain from her bedroom window, it was the hottest part of the day and would have even welcomed a cool glass of ice cold water. I wrote as my own throat was dry, in reality I was the one wanting water. So I just wrote it out, I sighed looking down at my handwriting when something cause me to look to my dresser. There was a clear glass cup with filled with ice water. I couldn't remember ever bringing in the drink especially considering that we weren't supposed to have any kind of food or drink in our bedroom. I placed the pen and paper down and grabbed the drink, cool and refreshing it tasted so wonderful. I wiped my mouth and placed the glass back and picked up the paper and pen, it had to be just a coincidence, right?
Story overload! Seriously I need to stop creating more stories when I have others I need to finish, but I wanted to go ahead and start this one. I might not update a lot on this unless I get a lot of good reivews...like three or more?I might not even continue it, but I'll think about it... Anway this is about me and my brother, and how we go to Mobius to find out more you've gotta reivew! Thanks and ~God Bless!~