The final bell rung and I immediately disappeared out of the existence out the classroom whilst thinking; ugh I’m bored to death! On the way to my haven of my precious locker filled of goodies and treasure prepared to have me the queen to chomp them down. Yeah heck like that’s gonna happen to me. At least I got yummy Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup candy stashed somewhere in there. Meloney was nowhere nearby her locker. Hmm, stran-gey. I wonder she’s okay? It’s not like of her to go anywhere without me considering she has same ride as I do. Meloney’s mother picks us up since my parents have so much free time on their hands are too bother to pick their eldest daughter. I proceeded to attempt asking other people in the hallway, for any slightest information concerning Meloney. No single person knew. Hmm. I went to Meloney’s teacher for any trace of Meloney’s existence. They said she was here for all her required classes. Hmmm. Huh. When I was debating what to do, one of the pop girls came out of the corner and went straight to me. Huh? Why there would be a pop girl be socializing with me? I shook at the disgusting thought of it. In the crusty, green, hideous and desperately need repairs hallway was the pop girl walking haughty to me. Not ladylike. Grrr, I don’t have the time to deal with this, I got other bigger worries. “Oh you there, girl.” You? There? Girl? Rude much? “What.” I said staring at her with cool eyes. She shivered a little and walked all the way to me, with her high heels tapping on the hard stone floor echoing since nobody’s here. High heels. Oh. It was the only girl allowed to wear high heels in school ‘cause of some “Connection” otherwise Broody. The rumored so-vicious Broody who practically can kill a bear. Not me. I am one of the people that are difficult to react easily in my school, So. She. Is . In. Other. Words. A. Loser.
Broody beamed at me falsely, “Oh Kiru, how are you?” I winced. “Broody, the fake acting is a complete pathetic and I am busy.” I picked up my backpack and closed my locker door, turned and took a step. “Kiru, wait! Please listen to this or else.” She said with a goose bump feel-ey tone. I stopped. This sounds interesting and… dangerous. I asked “Or else?”
“Or else Meloney gets it.”
Broody staring at me, threatening with her pale coppery eyes. I open my mouth with increasingly panicking reaction. As soon my reaction was showing, I prevented it from happening in order to not blow off my cool cover. This had to be a bluff. “Are you serious?” Broody nodded. I gritted my teeth to say this, “Where is Meloney?” I moved closer and taller to make her cower under me. Broody glanced away from my direction, head twisted slightly. I knew she was going to be not a good sport in giving information to me. I ran through all the possible places that Meloney would be, in my head processing the data. Broody was still avoiding my fixed stare, trying to not collapse in my direction. I transfixed on her with my hand on my chin thinking. Then I had a hunch where she would be. Could it be? To prove my hunch, I decided to inquire Broody. “Broody?” she whirled to glance at me. “Broody, the theater… Meloney is there isn’t she?” I speedily walk to the door of the theater, Broody looked alarmed and literally (even with the high heels) ran to the door, held her ground and put her arms up to protect the door connecting to my destination to their hostage. She said “If you want her back safely, then come when we call you at your house.” With a determined stare at me. A defense. Hmm… “If you want her safe the take this challenge when we call you. If you don’t, we’ll make sure she’s harmed.” She said bluntly. Meloney harmed? They would go that low to just get me come? Oh, no, that will not happen to her. “Deal. I take the challenge and make you rue this day that you took Meloney.”


At home I sat around patiently, having completed my homework and called Meloney’s mother to tell her that Meloney had an emergency rehearsal at school till midnight, and of course Meloney is sleeping over my house since its close by. A good lie enough to hold the mother worries of. I sighed and just turned to look at my little sister. My cute little sister, Cherry’s her name with her chocolatey brown curly pigtails, is sitting on the table with her yellow dress and similar yellow shoes to fulfill her outfit. Just recently back from kindergarten, she was playing with variety of play dough, humming sweetly. Aw. Even I can’t be sarcastic around her. Epee, she is extremely cute! Well to my next sibling, my twin brother Farid. I looked at him. He was trying to fix his violin strings, with his black medium length hair covering his eyes. He has strong athletic body but it is not like a jock. More like a thin guy with nice figure. Not all muscle. I can’t tell him about Meloney’s recent kidnapping. I felt a pain throbbing in my chest when I thought about it. It was guilt. I mean… he’s my brother. My twin. The one who understood everything I went through and knew anything related to me. Like me, it was naturally for him to a genius in college based level. Only it was in music and all academics. I was genius in all academics and couple talents like visual art. Besides that, we’re so close ever since we were born. We were born at the same time. I slept with him when I had nightmares when I was little. I never kept a single secret from him no matter what. He’s always known what’s going on with me. He has not kept a secret from me either… I think. “Kiru? You there?” Eh? I diverted my gaze on the bread toaster (don’t ask me why I’m looking at it, I just have bad habits of looking at something boring or strange) to Farid my twin brother. He was gazing me stoically. Stoic is his expression that he always, has but seems to never happen to use it ‘round me. I always wondered why he never showed emotions to anybody but me. His expression changed and altered into a worried face. “Kiru, what’s up with you?” he asked me. I just glanced at him, to have an appearance of him stubbornly expecting for an answer. I swear, he should be a lawyer someday. “Kiru, c’mon tell me.” He said slowly and softly. It was clear that he will not let me off the subject. I slowly tried to not make any unnecessary action to pursue him to set of inquires. I stared at the brown, smooth, stone counter. While sitting in a brown stool, (yes my parents are obsessed with the color brown) next to Farid, I finally begin to reassure him, “Farid, nothing is wrong.” Farid stared at me suspiciously. “Farid, are you going to stare me till to death?” hoping, he didn’t notice my sarcastic around him. You see, like I told you before, Farid can know anything about me is because he see through me. So being sarcastic was a dead way to the secrets that was hovering in my hearts (dumb, I know but that was only thing I could do under pressure!) I turned to see his response, he looked… mad. Uh oh. Crap it. He saw me. “Kiru, you usually have big worries when you are making sarcastic comments in front of me. You know that was bad way to “lighten tension ‘round us” comment around me. I felt my cheeks burned with shame. “Okay, you caught me and yes, I do have worries but, they’re nothing for me. I’ll fine.” I said to him bluntly even my convictions of “me” will be okay isn’t even strong. I mean there’s only six or five pop crowd that I can stand against with my trained fighter’s hand, right? Farid suddenly said “Fine, Kiru, I won’t bother you, but it better not hurt you!” he stared at me with strong, deep and worried voice. My heart smiled with blushing cheeks. He was such a good brother! I stood up from my stool and hugged him tightly from his back with my arms on his shoulders. Farid, while drinking water, just spew it out all over the counter. “Farid!” I exclaimed, stepping back unstable, nearly lost my footing. I put my heel at the back of the tiles and without delay, put a stop to my fall. Farid was coughing, his back bent over. “Farid? You okay?” I said. He put his hand up and said, “I’m fine, i-it just went wrong way.” His voice hoarse. At that moment Cherry came into the room and stared at everything, eyes widening bigger. Her sweet voice came out, “Big sister and Big brother, what did happen?” with an expression of ? on her face. I sighed and swooped to pick her up, smothering her with sisterly love. “You are too cute!” I giggled. She still looked confused and then hugged me back. How it is possible for her to get this so cute? On the other hand, Farid coughed “ahem.” We whirled to look at him, with same reaction (blood runs in us, you know) “hmm?” He mumbled that he’ll go upstairs and change his clothes. Now I’m perplexed. What the heck is going on with him? Then I noticed Cherry yawning. I smiled, “Cherry, you’re tired? I think it’s quite just about time for your nap.” Cherry look up to me and said “Yes, big sister.” She mumbled sleepily. I held her by my arm and went up to take her to her bedroom. I put her down on her bed and took off the dress into her pajamas. She let me change her all the time no matter what whenever. Then I put her blanket over her. Cherry just went to sleep like that. Smiling was all I could do. It was cute seeing her like this, sleeping peacefully. I felt a sudden movement behind me. What could it be? An intruder! I whirled to behind and did a karate hit on the intruder. He dodged my hit easily and grabbed. Farid. It was Farid. I felt somewhat relieved and angry. He raised an eyebrow. “Good defense, but you were a little weak in your knees, Kiru.” He said with a teasing voice in my name. His smile lifted into a smirk, “Even so, I expected higher from you.” My mind decided to tell me to beat him to a pulp. My body agreed in response. My girl’s pride unanimously straight on approved of the decision. So I went ahead and tried to get revenge on by trying to set a series of punches on him. Unfortunately, he dodged everything. Darn my twin. I attempted to land another punch on him, I nearly fell out of Cherry’s door located near the stairs. I begin to scream, but Farid saved me in time by grabbing my waist. “You idiot, be careful.” I took my foot into the safe zone, “Thanks,” and grinned. He blushed brightly, “Um, err; I’m going to practice my music sheet.” He ran out the door grabbing his violin along with him. Practice music sheet? That’s a first I have heard. Why? He’s a genius at music. He doesn’t need to practice. Sorry ya for sounding like a brat, but I’m saying and definitely telling truth that he really didn’t need to master the violin. My only one bro, has mastered all the techniques required for the violin. Technically, perhaps it’s better to say that he has almost mastered every music instruments known except for the violin. He’s learning that right now. I assumed that he has homework for the violin. Right now I got more things to worry about and deal with. Oh…, I turned to look at the setting sun. I hope Meloney is okay. I knew I had to rescue her before she gets hurt.