Kiss me or KILL me

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Chapter 1:

The brisk autumn air tugged at my wavy hair, pulling it in this way and that. I was sure by the time I was inside the house, my hair would be done for. The obnoxious UPS truck in the driveway was the only thing I could see in my head, like a song on your IPod set on replay, but unfortunately I didn't have the convenience of shutting my IPod 'Off '.

My family and I had left the beautiful ocean of Pensacola beach, with all of its marine life, and sunsets dipping into the ocean, for the freezing, rainy Olympic Peninsula, to a city named Beaver, Washington. Sure there's still an ocean...but how much fun is it, if there is no chance you are going to be able to see a dolphin?...shark?...seal?...even a jellyfish!? Not much. The trees are huge, they tower over everything else, nearly consuming it up with their magnitude like giants hovering over their measly prey. It was nothing compared to the endless snowy white sand sunbathing on the beach that Pensacola gave me. This was freezing, and wet.

Not that I didn't like the rain or cold, it was tolerable, and I suppose if your favorite color is green, you wouldn't have too much of a problem with a place like 'BEAVER' but who names a place Beaver anyway? The truth was we lived on Beaver lake, but why grace it with the comfort of setting 'lake' on the end. It was just beaver to me, or at least in my head.

My dad was euphoric about moving here, Jonah. He was an average sized 43 year old, who was stubborn enough to never wear the glasses he NEEDED unless he was reading, because he refused to be thought of as 'old, or 'losing it'. He had dark brown hair, like my brother and I had received. My mother, Caroline, had light blond hair, but it was slowly becoming gray. Not that any of us would so much as dare remind her of that. She would lash out at us like the lion she is. She wasn't exactly a comforting mother...which I didn't mind in the slightest, being alone or at least with someone who understood you better than Jonah and Caroline didd was brilliant.

I opened the door and stepped inside my eyes taking in the house. It seemed plain enough. The walls were all beige, as were the floors, that weren't a darkish bland looking hardwood. That wouldn't stick around too long. My parents were unique people, very unique people at that. A lot of the time when they started a project they'd decide afterwards it wasn't unique enough and completely start over, then this new, more unique project was their favorite thing in the world. Which is exactly what they did to me.

My younger brother they named, Vladimir, to his intense misfortune, and they decided to name me Stormy. I'm older by two years, but he tends to act the oldest. After they named me, 'Stormy Maria Ray' they agreed it was definitely not unique/odd enough for their taste. So two years later my poor younger brother was named 'Vladimir Chaste Ray' which I found hilarious for awhile, especially with the meaning of his second name. Vladimir decided it best to go 'Scene' or 'Emo' or 'Goth' or whatever the heck he is, because his name fit it better....when he used to where khaki pants and polo's and tell someone his name was Vladimir, it was all they could do but not burst into horrible gut wrenching laughter.

I quietly walked up the stairs, trying not to attract any more attention to myself than necessary, not that they would give me any if I did try to attract some.  At the top of the stairs were a pile of boxes, that my poor weak arms would have trouble carrying. If there was one thing I wasn't, it would be strong. I lifted one of the brown boxes shakily and stumbled down the hall, desperate to find my new hiding place for the next few years. It was the last door on the left. It faced out to the street, with a big window, which I would need to get some curtains for. I couldn't handle all that light, though it was nearly always rainy, so no real reason to worry. Direct sunlight was warm. Light through a window was just painful. There was already a bed set up, because Jonah had come earlier, setting up parts of our rooms. He didn't want to take us to the chiropractor because we slept on the floor. I set the box on the bare white mattress and scanned the room with my now very bored eyes. My cell phone rung from my back pocket and I sighed. No one called me unless it was either my parents or Vladimir.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 12, 2012 ⏰

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