"Kiara! Wake up!" My twin brother, Kyle, yelled from downstairs. As if I'm going to listen to him. My blankets have finally accepted me as one of their own and if I leave now I might lose their trust. The bedroom door swings open. "The movers are here and need to get the boxes from your room."
That woke me up completely. I check my cell phone and see I am already ten minutes late. I hurry to my closet and reach for a pair of black yoga pants and a pink shirt. I grab my ballet shoes and race out of the room Amy and I share.
“No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed.
“ Well someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. I love the sound of the birds.” I exclaimed
“Ana… Ana wake up. Wake up!” Izzy shouted; shaking Ana roughly. “What … what time is it?” Ana moaned. She was annoyed she had been woken up in the middle of a good dream. “It’s eleven o’ clock; we must have been exhausted last night.” Ana jumped out of bed and ran to take a quick a
“Hello children.” His voice was like ice. “I hope you’ve been welcoming to Annalisa here. Explain to her the rules. Bed in half an hour.” He turned on his heels and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I heard all six of the locks click.
I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Don't you just hate it when you wake up? I look at my clock and it read 6:40. *Sigh* I get up and change out of my Batman jamies. Lazily, I proceeded to do all the necessary things one must do in the morning. When walking down the stairs I almost trip. "Yikes, that was close," I said as if I dodged a bullet.
ready. I always had to count to three to get out of bed I never was able to just jump out of bed. Finally I got up and realized it was a lot colder than when I was under my silky smooth sheets and electric blanket. I quickly ran to the shower and jumped in. It felt so nice and warm I didn't ever want to get out but I knew that I would be late if I didn't. I got out and got dressed quickly to trap in as much heat as I could. I headed downstairs to start making breakfast. I looked in the freezer for some waffles but there weren't any in there. “Crap!” I exclaimed.
“Ok, that seems very specific, but that doesn’t matter, I just need to go home and get some sleep, it’s 3:00 AM.” Jimmy lazily called back to Timmy as he continued walking off into the night.
Alexander munched on a hobnob as he told them what to do. 'I need you to talk to Catkin. You must tell him he’ll be rescued soon. Just a few more hours. But before that, he must spy for us around Seashell Bay; the village, the harbour, the houses, the people. Tell him to watch out and not get caught. He is vital to our mission!' He wrote the word VITAL in block capitals on the chalkboard and underlined it several times.
“You told me that once you decided not to go back even if Syd didn’t keep her word. We stand a much better chance together than if we go it alone. I told Donovan that I knew and he told me to get out. I am not going back.”
Their room on the ship was very nice. There were two bunk beds for the kids and a bathroom to share. The other room was a master with a huge bathroom. “Mom does your bathroom have a hot tub?” Billy asked as Nora started pointing to the large bath that looked like a swimming pool to her. “No that’s called a jacuzzi. Now hop on a bed and start to unpack.” Mom said as they got settled.
“Ugh!” I said as I saw the morning sun rise and the light started to creep out of the blinds and fill the room with warmth.
As the other house members snored she slowly rose to her bare feet, her nightwear, which was a simple baggy shirt and some loose PJ pants, falling down her legs and swaying momentarily before moving with her own movements and not against them. She walked to the edge of her bed and kneeled down, reaching to pull out her hairbrush. She didn’t even stand up but instead quickly brushed the knots out of her platinum blonde hair, letting it curl on its own and become a natural messy, but cute, wave. She shoved
“ Anna breakfast is ready! “ my dad shouted downstairs. I walk groggily over to my closet and decide on a light blue t-shirt, jeans, and my mom’s boots.