Here's chapter 3. I am a horrible procrastinator so instead of doing homework here's more fanfiction.
A knock on the door had woken Dira up from her slumber.
"Hey sis time to wake up." Dave said moving his way into the room. Dira groaned.
"Is it time for school already?" She asked pushing herself off her bed.
"It's Sunday kiddo. You slept all day yesterday. I think it's time for you to wake up." Dave said leaning against the threshold. Dira just groaned and let herself fall back into the bed.
"Look you don't have to do anything productive or even interact with any of us. Just get something to eat." Dave said moving towards Dira, sitting on the edge of her bed. Dira rolled over and glared at Dave.
"Fine." She whined. She sat up on her bed and pushed Dave off before getting up and down the stairs before she realized that she had no idea where the kitchen was.
"And the beast wakes form its slumber." Rory said sarcastically, cup of coffee in his hands.
"Haha very funny. Where the kitchen jackass?" Dira countered.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Dira just growled, Rory sighed.
"Around the corner, princess."
"Don't call me that." Dira said as she walked pass Rory. When she entered the kitchen Ross was at the table reading something on his laptop. It wasn't until she reached the fridge before Ross spoke.
"Morning Princess." Ross said amusement in his voice.
"Why do all of you insist on calling me that?!" Dira exclaimed, glaring at Ross from behind the refrigerator door.
"A cute nickname for our favorite sister." Dave said appearing in the archway leading to the kitchen.
"Only sister." Dira said.
"Which is the only reason you're our favorite you little shit." Dave said straightening out Diras' bedhead.
"By the way you forgot these." Dave said putting Diras' shades on her face. She pushed her beloved shades up her nose.
"Thanks, I thought it was bright in here." Dira said. Finally grabbing the apple juice to poor herself a glass. Then sitting at the able to enjoy it.
"It that all you're having Dira?" Ross asked glancing away from the laptop screen.
"Not hungry." She muttered still tired.
"You know that's not very healthy. Is there something you want to tell us?" Ross inquired.
"Don't you dare start psycho-analyzing me."
"I'm not doing anything."
"Yeah right" Dira chugged the rest oof her juice and got up from the table.
"I'm going out."
"Be careful." Dave called after her.
"Whatever." She walked out of the house.
'Might as well get used to being here' she thought.
'It's not so bad I suppose.' She said as she walked down the block passing a while row of identical houses.
'That's sorta creepy though. Kinda quiet too.' When she rounded the corner she saw a small park across the street full of screaming children.
She was across the street before getting knocked over by something big and furry. A big white dog was sitting on her, tongue hanging out, tail wagging, eyes wide in interest.
'Ow' She tied pushing the dog off but it was too heavy.
"Bec! Where are you?" A voice called. It seemed to be getting closer to Dira.
"Bec! Oh there you are. What are you doing boy?" The dog barked. The person came up right next to the dog.
"Oh my. I'm terribly sorry about Bec." Dira looked up to see a boy looking down at her.
"Bec get off of her!" The dog obeyed.
"Again sorry about Bec, he likes pretty girls though." The boy started to ramble. Dira just looked at him, not at all amused, still on the ground.
"My names' Jake by the way." He offered his hand to Dira. Dira brushed him off and pushed herself off the ground.
"So uhhhh . . . what's your name?" Dira just stared.
So I'm going to leave it off here. Dira is awkward aint she?
Anyway Jake is going to be a Harley and 17 years old.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter please review.