Messiah's Call - Trapped in an Illusion

What I could do with a Paint Brush ~ Chpt. 1

ok, this is my first chapter book. Typos will be in here so please keep in mind that I will edit this as I go. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One

I woke up on the first day of school with the snooze button almost jammed on the Tinkerbell alarm clock (I never bothered to buy a new one), because I am too lazy to even get up at 6:15. I, Danica Hallway, will be the first person to be forty-five minutes late for getting ready for her first day of high school. I groaned, one thing about summer vacation I didn’t like was the part when it ended. The one and only thing I am worried about was reputation. That’s all that mattered in high school, reputation. That was defiantly the vibe I get from my twin brother, Michel, who is a grade a head of me. Heaven knows why he is too smart for the highest calculus class they offer, he is just that insane.

Sadly, I am just as sane as he is, in the total opposite way. All I do in class is draw, and I always get caught and get detention. My mother is used to it now. It’s actually kind of sad they way she causally takes it, unlike my younger sister, Kayla. When I come in handing her the bright yellow slip she just sighs and says ‘Really Danica? Really?’ Art is my life. Without art, I would just exist, have no purpose. I was going to be a great painter. I have won more that five first place ribbon for the best painting categories in the county art fair.

I shot up, knocking my head on the ebony backboard of my four posted bed. This was the part that I hated, getting up. I had too many things to do… and remember. That was the only reason why I ignored the pain beginning to form in my head. I slipped out of bed, tripping over something my devil of a sister put there to make my day worse. I tossed it out of the way, ignoring the temptation to scream on the top of my lungs at her. That was the only reason why she does it I suspect, to get a reaction.

OK, take a shower…pick out an outfit… I thought as a jot the thoughts on a sticky note. I was a note taker. If I didn’t write it, I forget it. There is not pool. Wait is there? I was officially losing my mind. I crumbled the note and tossed it in the trash can, making it but just an inch. As I opened the squeaky door to the bathroom Kayla emerged from her bedroom, also wanting to get the hot water before it was gone. Great. Just great. Now she was going to have to fight for it.

“Hey, I get to go first today Danica. You were first last time.” Kayla sneered. She was stubborn, any person with common sense would sense that about her the moment they met her. Kayla was the only one in her family that had Asian features, despite the bright blue eyes. Kayla was the only child that looked like their father, who is a Chinese American. Everyone else had light brown hair and bright blue eyes but me. I have auburn hair and bright green eye. Yes, bright green. No one understands why I have green eyes. The auburn hair is common on my mother’s side of the family though.

“Sorry, I am going first AGAIN.” I protested. I pushed through Kayla who was now guarding the door. Naturally she got in my way.  Just a little Kayla for you… she gets in peoples way of success.

Kayla laughed pathetically “No. I am staring junior high today. Remember?” she smiled, breaking into a smirk that was planted on her face. Of course I remembered. It wasn’t as if she was reminding us about every half hour… no minute. It defiantly felt like it.

“Yeah I know. But I am starting high school.” I recalled putting my hand on her on my hip. “That’s junior high school without the junior.” I added, wishing I could take that back the moment those words touched my lips. It sounded stupid, even though I was the one speaking them. Kayla noticed them too. Catching me in faze, she smirked with one of her ‘brilliant’ ideas to get something she wanted. She pushed me out of the way, sending me tripping over my own feet, and locked the door with a thud.