Hey ya'll! I'm baaaaaack! This is the second of many chapters. Please read and review. Third chap shall be up later in Febuary. I have to type it myself. '-.- Thanks for reading and again, R & R!
Claire and David called me into the "kitchen" of our little 2 bedroom apartmeny. It was tiny, with David's Dark green couch cutting into my back as I sat at Claire's little pink table. Claire and David sat on either side of me in their hardbacked orange chairs. I sat in my fold-up lawn chair and stared at the tree feet's worth of compacted boxes and the all-too happy Claire.
They were an all too perfect couple, when I thought about it. David Saul Martinez, my adopted father, was a true Spainard. His brown eyes were always lit aflame with compassion for the girl with no true family, A.K.A. me. Claire, his fionce, hated me. We were complete opposites! I was tall(ish) with bright blue eyes and blonde hair and she was short with unruly black hair and matching beady eyes. She hated that I was truely American, while she and David were Spanish.
"What's up David,"I asked cooly. I had never called him "Dad". He was always honest with me about my adoptive state.
"Luna," he began smoothly,"you need to pack everything. Your brother will be here to... pick you up later."
"Wait, what? Dave, are you feeling okay?"
Claire jumped in, obviously not understanding the whole two-person-convo thing. "Your brother! He's going to take you to the West coast!" she practically screamed.
"I have a brother?"
"Yes," Claire answered curtly,shoving the boxes at me,"now go pack."
I walked back to my room, mumbling about that "stupid woman". A brother? Sure, that was awesome, but the West Coast? As in, the pacific Ocean? I didn't like that idea.
I started to pack the first box full of my clothes. Starting with my color-coded closet, I packed each box with a different color and wrote the color on the side with a silver Sharpie. I picked up the box and set it by the door when it was full and repeated the process with another color.
I was packing the last bx with my favorite quilt (a gift from Claire's oddly nice mother), pictures of my freinds Lisle and Emma, my swimsuits (a blue bikini and a black wetsuit for surfing), my skateboard and helmet, and the two pillows I had made myself when I heard Claire and David talking to someone.
I scrawled "Special Things" messily on the side and went out to greet the owner of the third voice I had heard. It was smooth and masculine.
Great, I thought, I have a jock for a brother. Woopie.... I walked out with the last box and saw my brother for the first time.
My brother wore jeans. He didn't look like a jock, standing with David and Claire. His red shirt proclaimed some fight club I'd never heard of, from Jump City (my soon-to-be home?). His black hair and blue eyes weren't a far cry from my own looks. He was skinny, like me, but slightly taller and had a compassionate air about him.
He looked at he and smiled. "Hi. Are you Luna?"
I nodded. "Are you Dick?" Claire and David flinched. I wasn't supposed to know his name.
"Yea. Ready to load up and ship out?" I nodded again and carried the box I was holding to his familiar-looking blue and white car. Where had i seen it before?
Within minutes, Claire, David, Dick and I had loaded up the car. Dick climbed into the driver's side and I said my goodbyes, hugging only David.
"Luna Daniel Oliver Grayson, you call when you get to the West Coast, alright?"
"Yes, Dave." I waved as Dick pulled away.
He was talking but only half-heartedly. I retained my air of uninterest until I realized where Dick was heading.