Slowly tossing in the lumpy queen sized bed covered in the worn out comforter tattered with seams coming out. A patch of unruly curly burgundy hair poked out groaning as a pale hand came from under the covers moving the comforter to the side revealing the average from of the teenage girl feeling around her bed. sitting up as her tank top moved down her torso a bit, groaning, grey orbs looking around the blurry room slipping out of bed stopping mid step when the feeling of something metallic reached the sole of her foot. Moving her toes to pick up the object and bring it to her hand feeling them for a brief moment before opening up her metal frames and placing them on her face clearing her vision immensely. "Nicole," her groggy voice carried through the thin sheet separating her and her sisters sides of the room, her eyes scanning her somewhat disheveled room reading 5:58 in the horrid red light across from her bed glaring a moment. Opening the curtain to reveal her sister five years her junior laying in bed her dark brown spaghetti straight hair sprawled around her with her but up in the air and her one direction t-shirt clinging to her body, or at least what she assumed seeing how the hello kitty sheet looked as if it were glued to her younger sister. "Nicole, it's time for school, wake up before mom comes in with the bucket." she warned halfheartedly before going back to her side of the room letting the curtain fall seeing a white puff of fur on the floor she bent down lightly patting the small kitten hiding beneath her bed.
"Screw off Raven, school's not until Monday... bitch." Nicole muttered in her sleep as Raven turned towards the curtain raising a brow at her sister shooting her the bird and shaking her head. Shrugging her sister off, she began to strip leaving her plain pajama bottoms on the floor and fixing her black tank-top with one huge skull on her chest slipping on a black and white sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. Satisfied with her clothing she slipped on some socks and converse before glancing up at the mirror in-front of her examining herself before shaking her head.
'What does it matter no one knows i really exist in that way..' She thought to herself combing her bangs in-front of her eyes, stepping out of her 'room' and looking to her sister, her ass still up in the air. Didn't take her a second thought before she took her hand and slammed it down hard on her rump hearing a blood curdling " YOU BITCH!!" From her sisters mouth as Raven left the room leaving the old Victorian door to slowly close as she wandered through the narrow hall taking a right she came to her brothers door knocking on it, six years her junior.
"No ones home!" his prepubescent voice rang out as Raven looked at the door with a raised brow before entering the room, spider-man and and iron-man memorabilia on the floor as well as WWE posters and championship belt. Shaking her head as she looked around seeing him under his bed glaring up at him his dark brown wavy hair covering his hazel eyes as he tried to blend in with the darkness.
"Zachary.. you do realize your as pale as me right? You're like a freaking beacon, should I alert the others that Gondor has lit the beacons?" Raven asked bemused as her brother crawled out.
"Am not!" He shouted as she rolled her eyes moving back down the hall for the kitchen looking for some sort of food. Finding instead her mother groggily making herself a pot of coffee, waving to her mom as Raven went for a loaf of bread she felt eyes on her in an instant.
"Raven Smith, what the hell?" Her mother asked as Raven looked to her confused grabbing some bread, butter knife, and the butter left on the counter. "Don't give me that look, the rat nest you call your hair go fix it." Her mother's tight curly black hair bounced as her freckled pale arm pointed to the hall Raven had come from. Letting her head fall back she groaned out looking to her mother's pale greenish blue eyes and furrowed her brow.
"What does it matter? It'll inevitably get messed up either from the weather, gym, or physical activity. I mean who am I trying to impress?" Raven asked her mother as her mother raised her brow at her.
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Raven
Roman pour AdolescentsA group of friends finally thinking they're figuring out life are met with their own personal demons, whether it be relationships, hardships, or coming to accepting themselves.
