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"Kiara, Wake UP! Your alarm is been going for a half an hour!"
"No ez not, 'nly 'ften minutes."
"GET UP!!" Good God, do you see what I have to put up with? My brother, Riley grabs my pillow and yanks it away, along with all my blankets.
"Meanie!" I groan, can't a girl sleep in? "Its Saturday, just let me sleep a little longer?"
"Nope. Com'on fuzz face, get up."
"All right, all right," I yawn as he leaves the room. The floor is cold under my bare feet. I stretch grabbing at the air. As I head to the hall, I step on my tail and fall right into the door frame. Again. "OW!!!"
"Stupid." Riley's voice floats up from downstairs.
"Jerk!" I retort, reaching the stairs. Glancing around for Mom and Dad I continue, "What's for breakfast?"
"Bacon and Eggs."
"Be right down!" With that I volt over the railing, landing 20 feet below, right next to the kitchen door. "Ta-da!"
"Another perfect landing. Mom and Dad are gonna kill you if they find out that your doing that." Riley laughs, handing me a plate.
"I'm not telling them, and you'd better not."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Well, because if you tell them about that, I just might let it slip that your using your abilities to cheat on tests...."
"Haha, ok, you got me, dog-breath. Now move it, we have to catch the plane in a couple of hours." I notice then that he's already dressed, "YOU overslept."
"No, really?" I sarcastically reply, "'K. I'll go get dressed." with that I race up the stairs. My golden cat eyes watch my refection as I quickly brush out my red-brown hair and tie it back in a ponytail. I through on a big baggy T-shirt to hide the inch long fur that covers my back. Why not shave it off? Ha, like that would work. The brindle colored fur is very thick, spreading from the base of my neck, to both shoulders down the length of my spine. The pants are on next, Custom-made tail whole and all. My shoes are custom made, too. Oh joy, I just love doggie feet....
"Com'on!" Riley yells from the car outside, projecting his voice, "Mom and Dad are waiting!" I rush down the stair, out the door, and into the open car, sliding in right next to Riley. Mom rolls her eyes at our antics. Dad starts the long drive to the airport.
In case you couldn't tell, Riley and I are mutants. Riley can manipulate sound waves, he's gotten very good at it. I like to tease him and call him Sonic. I got stuck with the lame mutation of looking like a demon. Or maybe a werewolf.
Where as Riley looks like any other guy from California, with dark brown hair and blue eyes: I got stuck with fur and cat eyes. He's tall, muscular and hot. I'm short, lean and have a tail. When people look at Riley, they see a model, or a drop-dead hunk of a football player. I just get ignored, that is, when I'm 'hiding'. I have to were big baggy clothes and sunglasses a lot, or contacts. Not that I'm jealous of his good looks.
His mom and dad adopted me twelve years ago, when I was just four. The authorities found me chained to a wall in an old house. I was all bruised and very thin and had no memory of how I got there, or who I was. At first they didn't even know WHAT I was, but Mr. Solmack insisted on adopting me. I've been with them ever since.
Riley and I didn't get along until his powers manifested. It's a funny story actually. See, he had always picked on me and made fun of me. I guess you could almost say that he hated me. Then one day, I was walking home and I saw a bunch of kids picking on him, calling him 'mutie' and 'Freak'. Naturally, I went over to see what was up. The kids that were picking on Riley started to make, um, comments, about Mom and Dad. I quite naturally got mad.
The next thing I know I'm in a fist fight with five guys and Riley is trying to pull me out. It was an unfair fight to say the least. I mean, I have super-human strength not to mention a prehensile tail that is just perfect for whipping people with. Well, after that little incident, the whole town knew our secret. So, while Mom and Dad looked for a new place to live, Riley and I bonded. We beat up every punk, asshole, and bigot in the neighborhood. Good thing we're leaving, 'cause I've run out of 'whipping boyz'.
"Kiara, hey wake up," Dad shakes my leg, "Come on, put the sunglasses on, and don't forget the tail."
"Kiara, Wake UP! Your alarm is been going for a half an hour!"
"No ez not, 'nly 'ften minutes."
"GET UP!!" Good God, do you see what I have to put up with? My brother, Riley grabs my pillow and yanks it away, along with all my blankets.
"Meanie!" I groan, can't a girl sleep in? "Its Saturday, just let me sleep a little longer?"
"Nope. Com'on fuzz face, get up."
"All right, all right," I yawn as he leaves the room. The floor is cold under my bare feet. I stretch grabbing at the air. As I head to the hall, I step on my tail and fall right into the door frame. Again. "OW!!!"
"Stupid." Riley's voice floats up from downstairs.
"Jerk!" I retort, reaching the stairs. Glancing around for Mom and Dad I continue, "What's for breakfast?"
"Bacon and Eggs."
"Be right down!" With that I volt over the railing, landing 20 feet below, right next to the kitchen door. "Ta-da!"
"Another perfect landing. Mom and Dad are gonna kill you if they find out that your doing that." Riley laughs, handing me a plate.
"I'm not telling them, and you'd better not."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Well, because if you tell them about that, I just might let it slip that your using your abilities to cheat on tests...."
"Haha, ok, you got me, dog-breath. Now move it, we have to catch the plane in a couple of hours." I notice then that he's already dressed, "YOU overslept."
"No, really?" I sarcastically reply, "'K. I'll go get dressed." with that I race up the stairs. My golden cat eyes watch my refection as I quickly brush out my red-brown hair and tie it back in a ponytail. I through on a big baggy T-shirt to hide the inch long fur that covers my back. Why not shave it off? Ha, like that would work. The brindle colored fur is very thick, spreading from the base of my neck, to both shoulders down the length of my spine. The pants are on next, Custom-made tail whole and all. My shoes are custom made, too. Oh joy, I just love doggie feet....
"Com'on!" Riley yells from the car outside, projecting his voice, "Mom and Dad are waiting!" I rush down the stair, out the door, and into the open car, sliding in right next to Riley. Mom rolls her eyes at our antics. Dad starts the long drive to the airport.
In case you couldn't tell, Riley and I are mutants. Riley can manipulate sound waves, he's gotten very good at it. I like to tease him and call him Sonic. I got stuck with the lame mutation of looking like a demon. Or maybe a werewolf.
Where as Riley looks like any other guy from California, with dark brown hair and blue eyes: I got stuck with fur and cat eyes. He's tall, muscular and hot. I'm short, lean and have a tail. When people look at Riley, they see a model, or a drop-dead hunk of a football player. I just get ignored, that is, when I'm 'hiding'. I have to were big baggy clothes and sunglasses a lot, or contacts. Not that I'm jealous of his good looks.
His mom and dad adopted me twelve years ago, when I was just four. The authorities found me chained to a wall in an old house. I was all bruised and very thin and had no memory of how I got there, or who I was. At first they didn't even know WHAT I was, but Mr. Solmack insisted on adopting me. I've been with them ever since.
Riley and I didn't get along until his powers manifested. It's a funny story actually. See, he had always picked on me and made fun of me. I guess you could almost say that he hated me. Then one day, I was walking home and I saw a bunch of kids picking on him, calling him 'mutie' and 'Freak'. Naturally, I went over to see what was up. The kids that were picking on Riley started to make, um, comments, about Mom and Dad. I quite naturally got mad.
The next thing I know I'm in a fist fight with five guys and Riley is trying to pull me out. It was an unfair fight to say the least. I mean, I have super-human strength not to mention a prehensile tail that is just perfect for whipping people with. Well, after that little incident, the whole town knew our secret. So, while Mom and Dad looked for a new place to live, Riley and I bonded. We beat up every punk, asshole, and bigot in the neighborhood. Good thing we're leaving, 'cause I've run out of 'whipping boyz'.
"Kiara, hey wake up," Dad shakes my leg, "Come on, put the sunglasses on, and don't forget the tail."