Hi there!

This is of course my first short story ever written.... I know it's not much, but that's just the first part. In the comments I'd like to know if you liked it and why....

Got to go now, school's awaitin'!

Sails rose from the horizon, an orange glow cast through them from the great ball of fire which we call the sun. The sails were of a soft beige cloth which had an air like feel to the touch, and gracefully and they flapped in the direction of which the warm summer wind blew. The bow of a boat came into view; the boat was an old merchant ship converted to a pirate ship. The merchant ship was raided and taken over by pirates, not the kind who wear clothes that were in ravages, but pirates much like the diverse, sly people of today. A slow fog began to appear around the edges of the wonderfully calm scene, and engulfed it as we are about to get a closer glimpse at the magnificent ship.

"Great," came a muffled grumble from under a pillow. A female hand reached from under the scrunched pillow and pressed a button which turned off the buzzer on her alarm and turned on the radio. From under a pile of messy bed sheets, a small rustle disturbed the calm room. A teenager girl's brown, unkept hair slowly moved from under the goose down pillow. Another grumble came from her mouth as she sat up in bed and wipe her face with a hand as she groggily looked around her room.

"Time to get moving Kyle!" was what she heard from behind her closed bedroom door as she turned on her bedside table lamp. As if in reluctant response, the tired teen gets up and walks to the kitchen in her pajamas. Sleepily, she sits on one of the bar seats and yawns. "Why must I continuously have to wake up at this time?" she complained before resting her chin on the counter. "Oh, hush," said her mother as she placed a glass of milk in front of Kyle, "we all have some sort of sacrifice to make to gain knowledge. Besides, you come back home earlier." As her mother said this, Kyle held her glass of milk in one hand, and before taking a drink, she mouthed what her mother was saying.

Ignoring her daughter's action, she went to the sink and started cleaning dishes from the previous night. A racket of noise came plummeting down the stairs as more kids came downstairs, three more in fact. Two kids, a twin boy and girl, held on to their older brother; one held his leg and the other was on his back with her hands around his neck. "Tammy, get off your brother's back, and same with you Timmy," their mother commanded. The girl, Tammy, slid down her older brother's back and came over to sit next to Kyle, but Timmy held on for dear life.

"He's acting deaf again," Tammy said as she bit on a piece of toast.

"Timmy," said his mother sternly, "enough games. Kyle and Jesse need to get going to school, and you'll make them late." This goes on for another five minutes, then eventually Timmy reluctantly lets go and sits next to Tammy. "You need to hurry and get dressed Kyle," she added.

Kyle ran upstairs and changed into tan capris and a large size army print shirt.

"You're wearing one of my shirts again," Jesse pointed out as he walked out of the house behind her. The sky was faintly dotted with stars, and had a blue grey color.

"I know," Kyle said, "but I like your shirts! I won't change it." Jesse looked at his little sister and smiled as he shook his head slowly. "What?" Kyle said in response.

"Nothing," he answered with a hint of laughter, "nothing but the fact that I haven't washed that shirt in a while." Jesse burst out laughing as Kyle held a gravely surprised look. Kyle smacked him with her biology book and he stopped.

Jesse is only a year older than Kyle, and a couple of inches taller. His appearance is that of an athlete with brown hair and bangs that he gelled in an upwards spike. Even though the two fight often like normal siblings, they actually are closer than you think.

Since they were born, Kyle had followed her brother everywhere. The first day they saw each other, they would never part, no matter what happened. At age five, Kyle would copy every move Jesse made, and it wouldn't bother him but instead make him smile in glee that someone was thinking of him. Those two were never separate, wait, only once do I recall them being torn. It only lasted three days or less. Jesse was at age thirteen and Kyle just turned twelve. Jesse left with their bygone father on a hunting trip. Oh, how Kyle would sit each day before and after school for her big brother near the front window. She had missed him like the day misses the first calls of the morning doves in the morning.

Now, I must get on with the story. Being older, Jesse had taken in the thought of being a father for his younger siblings, since their father died just five years ago.

"Can I sit with you and your friends on the bus again?" Kyle asked eagerly.

"If they agree," he answered unsure of what his friends might say.

As they came and waited at the bus stop, the sun slowly and gracefully crept into the sky. Six o'clock had dawned and they were the usual half hour early. Two more silhouetted figures walked towards the bus stop. Around the area were filled with suburban houses, each had twenty feet between each other. Trees were common, but not more than twenty were found in one huddled group.

As the two newcomers came closer, it became clearer that they were the same age as Jesse, and both guys. "Are you going to let her?" asked Chris, one of the guys who came. Both were good friends of Jesse and Kyle. Chris is the same well-built frame Jesse is, but his black hair is in that of a surfer's cut. Personally, if I as in Kyle's shoes, I'd say he has the softest hazel eyes I've ever seen. "Eh," Jesse responded, but he needn't go further, for his friends knew the answer.

"Do you not like my company?" Kyle asked in ernst. Upon her face was the look of a sad puppy, otherwise known as the puppy dog face.

"Not at all!"

"I hate it when she does that face," Chris whispered to Jesse, and the three boys agreed. Jesse knew that if his sister were to go into a puppy dog face contest, she'd win first place every time.

At school, Kyle and Jesse had different classes and lunchtimes. Alright, so I was over exaggerating when I said they were never separate. The sky grew cloudless as first hour wore on slowly. "So," Amber, a girl in Kyle's class said, "how do you like your new school so far?" Kyle shrugged and continued to watch the other Phys. Ed. students play capture the flag. "Why don't you join us in the game?" she asked again. This time, Kyle concentrated on watching a boy with dark red hair walk towards them. "Who's that?" Kyle asked after he passed them and walked up to the coach. "I don't know," Amber responded, "but he has a strange coloring of hair."

So, did you fall asleep?

Don't answer that.... eheh XD

Anyways, let me know how you like it so far, and I'll write more depednding on the responses I get. Catcha later! ;D