3. JACOB WOLFE
I got back after a fun night with my new friends. I was still smiling as I walked in the door. As I moved in to the kitchen to grab some water, Jacob was watching the television, waiting for me.
"Where have you been?" It's more of a demand than a question.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I answered, "I was out with Emily and some of her friends" It was a little shaky, and I hope he didn't notice it. My brother is not a very patient guy when I am out at night. He said that I am vulnerable when the sun sets down. I know every story about a girl being kidnapped, raped, and even killed at my age. But there is more chance for me to get hit by lighting than attacked at the streets. If I knew some creepy guy would want to attack me, easy, I'll just call 911 or Jacob. He's a real hot head.
I can see him shaking a little as I said Emily's name. He's not a big fan of her vampire fan club. Don't know why, though. "With Emily? I don't like her Nessie. Please. If you are going out at night, please call me first. Let me know where you are." Jacob was shaking, like he's having a spasm or something. "Don't make me wait in the dark like this. You know how much you mean to me."
"I know Jake, I know. But why can you go out at night and I can't?" I think my rebellious teenage side came out at that.
"Because I'm older than you." He just said it, and grabbed his sweater.
"Where are YOU going then?"
"Out, I have to go and take care of the shop, there's a car need to fix by tomorrow." He just went out even without saying goodbye. I stood there. Angry. Thinking. Why do I have to have such an annoying brother? Why can he go everywhere and I can't? This just bugs me.
I stood, and I can't stand any more. I went out the door and down the stairs. I went to the streets and saw his car gone. I was so angry I decided I want to take a walk out. Who cares what my brother says. I walked only a few blocks away from my apartment. When suddenly, at the corner of my eye, a car, parked at a small alleyway. I knew whose car it was. This is Jacob's car. I went to the alley and took a closer look at Jacob's car. It's not even warm enough to go around the block. Then I saw the sweater that he was wearing inside the car.
What? What is he doing running around downtown without a shirt? I was confused, but then… A wolf howl? I heard a small howl, so small that I wasn't sure. But it did give a shiver. I realized that I dashed out without a jacket. It was cold out side. So I decided to back to my apartment and get some sleep.
It has been a fun day, until my brother bolted out on me like that. A wolf's howl, the shiver, it is just too weird.
I went back to my apartment and strip myself naked. Went to the shower and just turned the hot water on. I drenched my self in hot water to calm my self down. Scrubbing every inch of my pale body. I used to wander why my body is so pale.
After that long shower, I took my time into drying my hair. I've felt this feeling for a while, a feeling that somehow I belong to a totally different life. I brushed my hair as I hear every ticking that my clock made. I put my iTunes on, and one of my favorite song played. "Fake Plastic Trees" by Radiohead. I love them, they are awesome.
Jacob is such an annoying brother sometimes, but sometimes he can be pretty nice. He really wants to keep me happy and safe at the same time. I know that. We've been together a lot.
Through my crying about my growth spurt, the reason we've been moving a lot. My lack of taste for food, its about a year of trial and error before I can really eat right. But what of before that? Who was I? Jacob never told me about our parents. He only said that they were nice people, specially my mom. But what else? Who were they? What were they like? We never even have a picture of them. Jacob never did give me a complete answer, but I always gave up when he start shaking. Like, if I continue, something bad would've happen to him.
I didn't want to fry my brain about thinking too hard; I've had this amnesia for 7 years now.
Well, better get some sleep, where my South American dreams lays. Wait. What? Where did I get an idea that the trees were from South America?