Her whole life Samantha was known as Mikey's little sister. This, along with the fact that she hit puberty later than the rest of the girls and spent all her time kicking a soccer ball around with her brother and his friends, made it nearly impossi...
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THE FINAL WEEK of summer flew by in a blink of an eye. Kee and I spent most of the time at the beach. The California sun and the Pacific Ocean waves were refreshing after such a long time in the Big City, I couldn't seem to soak up enough of. When we weren't on the white sands, we could usually be found kicking a soccer ball somewhere. The new fitness club that Mikey worked at was right on the Coastline next to all the shops and restaurants so we ended up hanging out with him and the boys often.
I was up bright and early for the first day of school on Monday. I hadn't been able to sleep properly that night, thinking about my first day back to my old high school. I wasn't usually a nervous person but I couldn't help the slight uneasy butterflies. It was only a natural reaction.
What would peoples reactions be when they saw me? Would anyone care? Would anyone even remember? The few people I had run into so far in my time being back here had all been friendly experiences but facing a whole school could be much different.
Mikey, on the other hand, looked like he had no care in the world as he snored loudly from his room. That boy could definitely sleep through a tornado.
I slapped, pounded and pulled at him to wake up and all I got was a sleepy mumble.
"Ugh! How they hell did you survive without me?" I exclaimed after several minutes of useless attempts.
I yanked the pillow from under his head with some difficulty, stumbling back a few steps when it finally pulled out.
"Wake!" Hit.
"Up!" Hit.
"You!" Hit.
"Oaf!" Hit.
Mikey jolted. "Whoa!"
Hit.
"Sam what the fuck?" He grumbled hoarsely, eyes half open now.
"Get the hell up already!" I ordered.
"Five more minutes." He mumbled, turning his back to me and nestling his head back into his arm.
Hit.
"Not gonna work." He spoke.
"Dude if I had my own ride I would leave your ass here."
"Too bad you don't have a car," he said lazily.
"I swear Mikey if you don't get up in five minutes I'm coming back in with cold water." I marched out into the hallway, heading to the second child's room but right as I reached the door it swung open.
Dom stepped out with his hair tousled, shirtless and face slightly red and wrinkled from sleep.
"I'm up," he declared immediately, his voice deeper than usual from sleep. "No cold water for me."
