Rising Sun

Chapter One: It's A Hard Knock Life!

I walked down the concrete sidewalk, with my hood over my head, hands in my jacket pockets, with my book bag hanging from my shoulder onto my right side. It was raining, hard.

I wore my usual attire, which was a gray jacket, blue jeans, a dark blue shirt that hugged my skinny figure, and a pair of black and white high tops. You couldn't see it from under my jacket, but my hair was long, brown and wavy. My eyes were a dark brown and round. My skin had a light tan but was fading because of the rare sun in Forks, Washington.

I was making my way home from school. My best friend, Alora Brown, and I had just parted ways. She was African American, with curly brown hair, she wore glasses. She was my only true friend. Many people didn't hang out with me at all. Either that or they just don't notice me, not that I mind, but no, not Alora. I only talk to her and her only, well, other than teachers.

I live with my aunt Gizele Monroll. Why? Well, because my mom and dad died in a hotel fire. Gizele has a daughter named Britt Monroll. She is also dating a man named Gary Pruitt. After a year and a half relationship, they hit a bump in the road. Then shortly after that, Gizele constantly came home drunk or high.

Gary, on the other hand, was very kind to me. He's like my big brother. We even have our own handshake.

Britt is a… different story. She's cool, yet, annoying. But she is one of my best buddies. Does that make sense? Yeah, I didn't think so either.

Making my way to my house, or in other words, my giant white hell whole, I switched my book bag to the opposite shoulder. Then, I went to my room through the side door. No sooner than I had got in my room and put on my baby blue robe I heard a loud noise:

CRASH! BUMP! BUMP! STOMP! SLAM!

Well, I guess my aunt is home. My only hope is that Britt isn't home to face the wrath of her drunken mother. Ever since Aunt Gizele and Gary started to have problems with their relation ship, Gizele started to come home high or drunk. Thus, making her have mood swings. Last time she threw a glass vase at Britt. Luckily, she ducked and it hit the wall.

"Macy! Get in here!" Gizele slurred. "Now!" She demanded shortly after.

Rolling my eyes, I walked into the hallway. "Where are you?" I called to her. "You should know, smart one!" she yelled back sarcastically.

I sighed, slowly making my way up to her room. I stood in the doorway while she sat on the edge of her bed. Gizele was a blonde woman at the age of forty, it was easy to see. She wore mostly black and silver. She patted the spot next to her loosely. Again, I rolled my eyes and obeyed. Taking small, slow strides to her bed, I sat next to her. Gizele put here hand on my knee and gently wiggled it.

"You know… You and Britt are the best thing that has happened to me." She laughed. I scoffed. If that were true she wouldn't be drinking.

"Do me a favor and…" She trailed off. Gizele had a dazed look on her face. Suddenly, she fell into my lap. I hesitated, but out my hands on her arm to keep her from falling, but to no avail. She flipped over onto the floor.

From downstairs the front door slammed shut and running footsteps followed soon after. Britt was home.

"Mac! I'm home!" she called. I picked up Aunt Gizele and laid her head on the bed and ran down the steps to the front door. "Hey." I said as Britt put down her bag walked to the kitchen. I walked slowly after her.

Britt sat at the table and looked at me, and I stared back. "How was school today for you?" I asked looking into the refrigerator. Britt looked at a calendar that was on the wall. "Eh… It was okay, I guess. Garret still won't put down that camera. Hey, what's today? Thursday?" Britt questioned.

I fumbled through the refrigerator and found a candy apple. "No. It's Wednesday." I responded as I tried to take a bite out of the sweet apple on a stick with my molars. Britt nodded and walked back into the living room. "Why did you ask? You got a date?" I asked still nipping at the apple. I could hear Britt scoff from the other room. "No. It's just that cheerleading try- outs are tomorrow. I'm going to try out!" She squealed.

Great. Just great. My little cousin is going to be a slutty cheerleader. Just what I need.

"Macy?" Britt asked uneasily poking her head in the doorway. "Yeah?" I growled at the apple I couldn't seem to bite through. "Do… Do you believe in the supernatural?" She asked a little uneasy. I banged my apple against the table. "You mean like ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and witches?" I huffed. I looked up at her and she nodded.

Why would she be asking anything like that? Did she see a ghost or something? "A little. Why?" I asked and gave the apple one hard, last bang on the table and it split in an uneven halves. Britt began fidgeting. "N- No reason!" She exclaimed quickly and disappeared behind the wall that separated the two rooms.

I sighed and threw the apple away. I took my book bag into me first floor room and did my homework. By the time I got my pajama's on and set my clothes out it was ten fifty two. Gizele never gave us a curfew so I made up my own. I go to sleep at twelve o' clock. I have very unusual sleeping pattern. If I go to sleep too early, I wake up too early and it would be like I never went to sleep at all. Too late, and I wake up late. I hated my sleeping habits, and I have tried to change them, but my body doesn't agree with me.

I stayed up to watch television that night. When I finally fell asleep, it was one thirty. But my quiet slumber didn't last long. "Macy!" A middle aged woman called through the intercom we all had in our rooms and every other room in the house. I groaned and took one of my many colored pillows and put the over my face. Wasn't she suppose to be out cold? It's a hard knock life for me! Ha… Ha…