Spirits of a Kind
This is about a girl and her little brother going to live with their aunt and finally discovering who they really are.
Well, she’d told me that it would be different. I didn’t believe her but that’s what she kept telling me. I mean, how different can Colorado be from Montana? Oh, I know that they are in different regions of the U.S. I mean, I’m not exactly stupid. I do occasionally pay attention in World Geography, even if it is boring (now science is cool, especially the chemicals). Nevertheless, Colorado and Montana are both country states. How different could they be? At least that is what I thought until my aunt told me to throw away most of my winter clothes. (If you’ve ever lived a full year in Montana, you know why. If you haven’t, let’s just say that Montana winters are extremely cold; even you breath turns into ice.)
"You won’t need them," my aunt said. "Colorado winters are different from Montana winters. It can still be pretty warm." This was why I threw away all my black clothes, except for my leather motorcycle jacket with matching gloves. It wasn’t that I had an excessive amount of black clothes; I just kept them for confidence boosters or first dates (which I only had two of). I had actually kept my black silk tee, Levis, leather mini skirt, and army boots just in case. I could have thrown them away, I guess, but somehow I knew that I would definitely need them. Being the new kid anywhere always gave me jitters and a chill down my spine.
Therefore, now I'm sitting on a plane next to my half-brother in a pink sundress. I'm not particularly fond of dresses; however, my dad had thought it would look cute and make a good impression. I'm not going to see him for a while (if at all) so, I figured that I’d do it just once. After all, he wasn’t the one I was trying to get away from. It was my lousy stepmother. Well, I'm sure you're confused by now so, I guess I should explain. My dad is not really my dad. He's my stepfather. My real dad died when I was three. A bear attacked him while he was in the woods. Oh, I forgot to mention that he was a Sioux Indian. So was my mother and, so am I. After my dad’s death, my mom was devastated. When I was five, however, my mom met Matthew and married him two weeks later. Nine months later, Andrew was born. Unfortunately, the birth was difficult and my mom died three months afterward.
Matthew went into a depression and started to spend all his time on his work. Therefore, I basically raised Andrew myself. It wasn’t easy but I did. That was why when Alexandra said that she wanted me gone, he had chosen to come along (not that she had anything against him, after all he was only half-Indian). So, that’s why we’re on our way to Aunt Debby’s (my mom’s sister). I’d only seen her a few times but, she had always called to check up on us. So, I was mostly glad to see her when we stepped off the plane. If only she hadn’t made some guy hold up an enormous sign saying: WELCOME HOME, DANNI AND DREW! Everyone getting off the plane was talking about it and giving us sickening smiles.
"Okay Andy," I said as I walked toward Aunt Debby. "Remember, stay away from water if you feel particularly sad, excited, or angry until I get my lab set up."
"Okay," Andy whispered, barely nodding his head just before we reach Aunt Debby.
"Danni! Drew! Welcome to Hayden!" she cried before embracing us. I could feel her stiffening momentarily but then she seemed to recover herself. "How was your flight?" she asked. "Well, Danni, Drew this is Austin. He helps me out at the ranch," Aunt Debby said, indicating toward the man standing beside her. He was about six foot one with shaggy blond hair and twinkling blue eyes that were looking me up and down with interest. I doubt anyone else noticed. I smiled inwardly. It’d be really fun to mess with his head especially if it was where I thought it was. "Austin, take their bags."
"You won’t need them," my aunt said. "Colorado winters are different from Montana winters. It can still be pretty warm." This was why I threw away all my black clothes, except for my leather motorcycle jacket with matching gloves. It wasn’t that I had an excessive amount of black clothes; I just kept them for confidence boosters or first dates (which I only had two of). I had actually kept my black silk tee, Levis, leather mini skirt, and army boots just in case. I could have thrown them away, I guess, but somehow I knew that I would definitely need them. Being the new kid anywhere always gave me jitters and a chill down my spine.
Therefore, now I'm sitting on a plane next to my half-brother in a pink sundress. I'm not particularly fond of dresses; however, my dad had thought it would look cute and make a good impression. I'm not going to see him for a while (if at all) so, I figured that I’d do it just once. After all, he wasn’t the one I was trying to get away from. It was my lousy stepmother. Well, I'm sure you're confused by now so, I guess I should explain. My dad is not really my dad. He's my stepfather. My real dad died when I was three. A bear attacked him while he was in the woods. Oh, I forgot to mention that he was a Sioux Indian. So was my mother and, so am I. After my dad’s death, my mom was devastated. When I was five, however, my mom met Matthew and married him two weeks later. Nine months later, Andrew was born. Unfortunately, the birth was difficult and my mom died three months afterward.
Matthew went into a depression and started to spend all his time on his work. Therefore, I basically raised Andrew myself. It wasn’t easy but I did. That was why when Alexandra said that she wanted me gone, he had chosen to come along (not that she had anything against him, after all he was only half-Indian). So, that’s why we’re on our way to Aunt Debby’s (my mom’s sister). I’d only seen her a few times but, she had always called to check up on us. So, I was mostly glad to see her when we stepped off the plane. If only she hadn’t made some guy hold up an enormous sign saying: WELCOME HOME, DANNI AND DREW! Everyone getting off the plane was talking about it and giving us sickening smiles.
"Okay Andy," I said as I walked toward Aunt Debby. "Remember, stay away from water if you feel particularly sad, excited, or angry until I get my lab set up."
"Okay," Andy whispered, barely nodding his head just before we reach Aunt Debby.
"Danni! Drew! Welcome to Hayden!" she cried before embracing us. I could feel her stiffening momentarily but then she seemed to recover herself. "How was your flight?" she asked. "Well, Danni, Drew this is Austin. He helps me out at the ranch," Aunt Debby said, indicating toward the man standing beside her. He was about six foot one with shaggy blond hair and twinkling blue eyes that were looking me up and down with interest. I doubt anyone else noticed. I smiled inwardly. It’d be really fun to mess with his head especially if it was where I thought it was. "Austin, take their bags."
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