SCOWL.

》Just Call Me Scowl《

I believe in a lot of things. I believe in miracles, second chances, and I believe mermaids (thanks to Animal Planet) But, I don't believe in true love. I've never met a guy that made my heart thump, or my eyes form into hearts. Do I think that's ever going to happen? No, no I don't.

When I find my true love, you can tell me I told you so. But I haven't, and probably never will.

I know I sound really depressing, and my apologies. But it's hard to not be depressed when you just moved to a totally new town and have to go to a new school. It's not like I miss anyone from back home, but at least I knew everyone. They were the people I went from kindergarten with, all the way to Sophomore year.

Now, it's like I'm starting on a new slate. I might as well change my name.

"Macy, get up." I said as I gently shook my younger sister awake.

Macy is my nine year old sister. Ever since dad died and mom started working extra shifts, I had to take the responsibility of being the older sister. I took her to school, fed her, and made sure her homework was done.

"Okay." She yawned.

Normally you would expect a nine year old to whine or throw a tantrum about getting up, but Macy doesn't. She's really laid back, and probably my best friend.

Yes, a nine year old is my best friend.

I went in my room and got dressed in jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and a grey hoodie. I know your suppose to look your best on the first day of school, but I honestly don't care. I'm going to dress like this for the rest of the year, you might as well get use to it.

I wasn't beautiful, but I was pretty. I have brown hair that went to that went a little bit under my shoulders, and big brown eyes. My face was well define, but I did have some baby fat. I have olive like skin, and the height of 5'4"

"Kendal, I'm ready!" I hear Macy call.

I sighed and grabbed my black leather back pack. I don't want to go to school, maybe I could just stay home sick for today.

No, you have to go take Macy to school. Remember?

I went downstairs and Macy was already making Eggo Waffles with our toaster. I sat on one of the wooden stools near the counter and smiled at her.

"You excited for school?" I asked her.

She shrugs, "I'm a little nervous."

I shook my head, "Don't be, you'll be fine. You are part of the Riggs family."

Dad always use to say, 'you are part of the Riggs family.' or 'you are a Riggs.' whenever we got nervous by something. Macy was about five when he died, so she can't really remember much of him. But that's the part I want her to remember, the way he told us we were a Riggs.

A small smile lit up on her face, "Thanks."

A waffle popped up and I caught it. I took a bite of the small waffle, and the sweet flavor exploded in my mouth.

I love waffles.

Macy grabbed two paper plates and her waffle. It was quiet  for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. We've gotten use of the quietness in the morning these past four years.

Mom would be cooking eggs while she laughed like a donkey at Dad's cheesy jokes and I taught Macy hand shakes I learned at school, even though she would barely remembered any of it.

I checked the clock, "We better get going, don't want to be late on the first day of school."

Macy nodded, and we went to the front door. I slipped on my white high top converse while she slipped on her small pink flip flops.