I Grew up in an insignificant town in Southern Florida, Called Spring Hill. Sunny Most of the time. I grew up here, with a small disadvantage. I never knew my parents, I wasn't an Orphan, But Lucky me my parents Had another child. My older, Much much Older brother Kuja. Why they named him that, I'll never understand. He has been taking care of me since I was too young to remember. He was like a dad to me you could say. He never disapproved of my choices, but since I was thirteen, he has kept a close eye on me and became oddly protective. As If I were some target for kidnap. Yeah right! He and I spent a lot of time at home, he homeschooled me, so the most civil contact with people I've had, was grocery shopping, and when Kuja's friends came by to visit, or to spend days at a time hanging out. His friends were beyond odd, Garon He wasn't the oldest, but next to my brother he seemed like a decade younger than Kuja. His hair was shaggy and lengthy typical blonde surfer type, with soft hazel eyes. The weird mixture I know next is Justin. He has a habit of picking on me because I am mildly short for my age, but since we are both the same age, 18. I let it slide. He is the complete opposite of Garon. His hair is short and spiked, His features were rather dark, and he carried bright blue eyes. Almost blinding if you stared too long. Then there is my brother's Last and final link of wild and creepy friends. Krux. He was the typical friend of my brother, quiet, mysterious, and always scowling like he hated people's existence. His features were plain, but Dark like Justins'. I think they are brothers but I never questioned it. I try to avoid Krux at all times. Krux's hair is always plastered in different directions like he and his pillow didn't get along, and it was dark almost black like midnight. His eyes seemed to be cold and grey Like they had no life among them. But they still managed to operate and make him seem functional. All three of my brother's friends always came over and carried this weird smell like they had been rolling in the dirt outside, Not as I complained but oftentimes, the smell was so gross, I had to bombard myself in my room to avoid getting nauseous. But anyway. Here's how my life managed to take a dip for the worst.
"Creed Get up it's almost noon, The guys are coming over for a little bit and want us all to hang out" Noon. I knew it, It was Saturday, and that meant the guys would not be gone till Tuesday next week. Don't get me wrong, They may be creepy, but they were good company for my brother. "Ugh give me a minute..." I rolled out of bed and took a look in my stand-up mirror behind my bed. I always slept with my door closed, I liked the peace instead of the constant hum from the fridge. The first few nights kept me up when we first moved in here. But that was months ago. I lollygagged for a little bit, sluggishly making progress to get dressed and half-decent. I always tried to look human after waking up, I was always something fierce with my bedhead. Strolling from one side of the room to the other I managed to pull on a loose black and white shirt, and skinny jeans. Ironically, I found my black hoodie that had my name on the front. "Creed" I was pretty damn proud of my name. I felt untouchable too, and my brother seemed proud of my name too, which made me love it even more. Pulling my hair into a lazy half ponytail, I left my room for the day's events. My brother's friends were pretty wild, They always had plans to do crazy stuff and leave me out of the loop until they executed their plans. Like Cliff jumping, sky diving, and hiking for no reason whatsoever. As I turned, I ran into some complex and uneven, My nostrils filled with the scent of wood and dirt, and I immediately knew the guys were here, but who did I manage to run into??" Hey, Do you mind?? Try looking out for people who live here, and instead of trying to knock them out" I practically screamed, when this massive object turned. It was Krux. His grey eyes bore into my face and I could feel my anger begin to swell like boiling water, I was ready to explode. "Woah Sorry pup didn't see you there.." His voice was rough and vicious, like always, but this time it had a sincerity to it like he was truly sorry. He felt bad for running into me and knocking my head loose. My anger melted like an ice cap, but it seemed to drain into my hand, because it burned, itching to reach up and slap him. "Ohh good you're up, C'mon let's go before we are late, the show starts in a little bit" My brother Spoke Passed Krux, and surprisingly I was able to hear him, I glanced to Krux who has this undeniably dark grin on his face, " Show?" The thought struck me, It was July 4th, and the beach always did a day and night long fest and concert for young adults to have fun, but responsibly. " Yeah and we are going, so put some shoes on and hurry up!" Why was everyone so damn demanding of me? It's not like I had a maid written across my forehead or slave tattooed in bright neon colors all over me. I guess Krux Read my expression and gave me an unexpected nudge in the ribcage. " Don't worry this year is better than last " I sighed and jerked my way passed him to the front door where my high tops stood, resting and almost deserted, I can't believe this, they wanted to go to the show, and I had to come, Being the younger sister..sucked.