"Hey.. Hey! Please wake up! Buttercup! Get up! " Mother shouted from the door in my room. "What is it? I just started summer vacation I should be able to sleep in," I mumbled covering my head with the blanket to my bed. My dog, Koda, jumped on the bed and started slobbering on me. He wouldn't stop unless I got up. That I knew from past experience.
"Ugh, Koda! I'm up! I'm up!" I yelled wiping the slobber from my face and sitting up on my bed.
"Miya, we need to finish up putting stuff away," my mom said, coming in the door with a box in her hands. She suddenly dropped the box, came over and twirled my coal black hair in her hand while looking at my jade green eyes.
"I want you to make new friends today, OK?" she asked. "Can I wake up first?" I inquired. I rubbed a hand over my eyes—which are green, if you want to know—looking down at my metal hand and arm. (I got into a accident when I was six years old and I lost my right arm. Sad, I know.) The attending doctor said I shouldn't have lived but my best friend, Leah, saved my life when I was bleeding to death after the accident. She called nine-one-one after I got my arm cut off during the car crash. My father died in that accident. I barely remember what happened that day.
After five leisurely minutes of starting to wake up, I started helping mom put stuff away.
We just moved from Drachma. Our neighborhood was having a lot of crime and I needed to move from my old school. Everyone was teasing me and calling me stuff. Leah and I stuck together until the end. The day before I moved I saw Leah over by one of the preppy bitches at our school. The girl, whom's name is Abby was calling Leah a slut and a whore. I was not going to put up with that crap. I ran over and well, punched her with my auto mail arm and that punch hit her directly in the nose. Blood spurted everywhere and Leah was so scared
When I finally got home from school that day, I got a call from her mom and dad. Leah suddenly died of a heart attack. No one knows the reason exactly. I went to her funeral and I put a picture in her casket of us on Halloween all dressed up. She was a angel and I was a werewolf.
I don't look back. I look ahead to the good things in life. I don't care what others think of me anymore. We moved into Central trying to have a normal life.
I helped mom put stuff away and we finished with everything by lunchtime.
We ate and then my mom told me that she had stuff to go pick up and that she would be back in a hour and forty-five minutes. When she left, I looked down at my hand, remembering when it was flesh, warm, and I didn't have to get it maintenance all the time. Koda started licking my left hand under the table.
Koda is a Husky and has never ever bit anyone in his entire life. I had just gotten him when I lost my arm.
I pulled up my hand giggling. Fifteen minutes past and I was watching TV when my brother Ryan came home from his friends place. Ryan is Sixteen with short brown hair and blue eyes. He came up and stood right in front of the TV, blocking my view, and sneered. "Well look at the little pipsqueak."
"I told you not to call me that!" I yelled and stood up. "You are a psychopath you know that?" he said looking down on me. Why am I so short? Again?
"Aren't you the one who hides dirty magazines under his bed?" I said smiling innocently. His smile faded and he bent down until he looked me in the eye. "If you tell mom I will personally kick the living tar out of you," he said threateningly. I put on my devil face. Which consists of me frowning and squinting my green eyes. Very scary. "Fine, but I just don't want to fight such a weakling right now." I said. Then he went up to his room.
I called Koda to sit with me on the couch. We watched TV for a while. The sun was shining—it was nice and hot so I thought I might go outside and try to make some new friends. I whistled for Koda and walked out the door not knowing where I was going whatsoever.
My metal arm gleamed in the sunlight. I was looking down at the ground, watching Koda frisk in the morning sun, when I glanced up and almost bumped into some boy ten feet away. He looked about my age and had a big husky dog. Same as Koda—nice. Maybe my dog could make a friend too. I approached slowly, making sure he wasn't dangerous. Or crazy, like me. "Hello you must be new here!" he called out to me while waving. I got closer to him to see him way more clearly. He had gold colored hair and golden eyes. He looked pretty cute in my opinion.
"Hi—my name is Miya, and this is Koda," I introduced myself, gesturing to Koda who barked happily. "Hi also, my name is Mason and this is Tonga," he said happily while Koda was sniffing Tonga. We all of the sudden stopped talking and stared at each other. He was staring at my metal arm and I was staring at his right metal arm which also gleamed. "I think we have a lot in common," I commented taking my eyes off his arm.
"Yeah, I think you're right," Mason said doing the same thing. "Hey, my mom should be home by now would you like to come over?" I asked hoping he would say yes. "I'll be right back," Mason said running inside his house which is the house right next to ours. Mason ran back out yelling "Yep, it's okay!" We ran inside my house while my mom was putting groceries away.
"Miya, who is your friend and his dog?" Mom said pointing to Tonga "Oh, this is Mason and this is Tonga," I said looking at Mason and smiling. "Oh, well, that's nice. You can call me Mrs. Roberts," My mother replied, smiling. "Okay! Oh, and thank you for letting me hang out with Miya, she looks like a very nice girl," Mason said. We went up into my room and shut the door. " he said I scooted over and touched his right auto-mail hand with my right.
"We are pretty sane for what has happened to us." I smiled. "Yeah I guess you're right," he said. We went downstairs to watch TV for a while. "Well the little pipsqueak made a new friend!" Ryan smirked as he walked into the room.
"And how is our big fat hairy beast doing today?" I replied, standing up and preparing myself for another fight. Before he could come up and hurt me, Mason jumped up in front of me so I couldn't get hurt. He raised his auto-mail arm. "So is the little bean sprout going to save you?" Ryan sneered. "Who did you say was small like a grain of rice and doesn't show up in your eyes?" Mason yelled and I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt so he wouldn't kill my brother-not that I would have minded. I just don't want him to go to jail.
Tonga stood right next to Mason growling. Ryan bent down to slap Tonga but before that happened Koda jumped in front of Tonga protecting her. He emitted a low growl. "Sheeeesh, I don't have time to deal with you runts. I'm going to Sheen's house for another night," he said putting his hand behind his back. He went into the kitchen told Mom and then left.
Koda backed off and so did Mason. "Why did you do that—I would've been fine!" I was getting sort of angry. I was beginning to think that something like this was eventually going to happen.
"Well, I did not like how he was going to hurt you, I know I just met you and all but I just… I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry, Miya." he said looking very embarrassed. He looked at his watch and cried out, "Shoot! I gotta go—my Dad will be mad if I am home late!" He ran to the door and yelled and Tonga barked. "See ya tomorrow—bye Miya!" and the door shut.
Mom made supper and by then it was seven o'clock at night. I did this I did that, by the time I was done messing around, it was ten at night. I yawned and decided I would see Mason tomorrow. I went to my room and jumped into my bed. I cranked up my iPod and listened to my favorite song as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep
Authors note: Hi! Well, what do you think? I would like it if you leave some comments so I can fix stuff. I am in a serious debate whether I should continue the 50 page Miyuki story. Miya is my character. I humbly thank my awesome beta reader for being truthful and fixing all my mistakes. I really do appreciate that
So the wolf pictures for my other story. I did not draw them, I only colored them and I also got them off of Deviant art, alright? Okay. I am working on 5 stories also and school is absolutely driving me insane. I have absolutely no free time anymore and I also have sports and family to worry about. That is the reason why it is taking me so long to work on stories and when I do I don't work on the stories that need the absolute most work. One at a time is what I am doing so far. Oh and by the way, the song up there isn't mine. It is my characters theme song though. It is called Shissou. The English Vic Mignonga is the best one so look it up sometime. Well let the other chapters and mass chaos begin! =D.
Comments please. Or review I don't know the difference yet. heh