The Seven Sinners (Wattys 2017)

Ch.3 Sinful Colors

     Sunday morning were either great or bad, I never thought there was an in-between with them. Alice has strangely been quiet over the weekend... not really a good sign since the last time we talked she wanted to punch me in the face. Then again her wanting to punch me in the face was almost every day when things didn't go her way. When we were kids she wanted a juice box and I wouldn't give it to her. Guess what happened next... she punched me in the face, I cried from the pain, she felt bad and gave me the juice box then we become friends.

Strange to think friendships could start that way when you're only eight years old. The way me and Adil met was two years before Alice moved down here. I remembered it just like it was yesterday.... but it was also a sad memory as well. I woke up to the strange rapping sound on my window.

I opened up the curtains to see Alice throwing small rocks at my window, holding up her white board. "You better not ditch me or you'll see real Hell from me!"

A warm smile came over my face as I started to write back, "Don't worry, I won't ever leave you."

"It's so cute how you manage to cover up your bullshit."

"Thanks. I try."

The storm in her gray eyes became more electric. "Just don't ditch me tonight or I'll make sure to give Jeremy the note."

"Fine."

It was a quick and hard fine I gave her, but I didn't want to get on her bad side Honestly I didn't know how this night would end up like. If it ends early the best idea would be too sit in my room and read a good book. Checking through my contacts it looked like Adil was free today until tonight.

I send him a text before walking downstairs. The air was filled with the sweet, delicious smell of pancakes that mother was the best on a great Sunday morning. The light coming from the window made the locks of her golden hair shine as fair and bright as the sun. She turned around when she saw me, giving me her famous cheerful smiles.

"Oh now your awake!"

"Yeah.... It took me a while." I sat down at the table just when she flipped a pancake.

"I always knew you were a vampire, but vampires don't have drool at the side of their mouths."

If my mother had magic she did as I quickly wiped away my drool. My mother seemed to know me better than I knew myself, but didn't mother always know their children? The air around us settled down as the stairs creaked to the weight of my 'father'.

"Is breakfast made yet?"

"Yes dear."

It's not that I didn't like my 'father', well step dad, but he could be a jerk at times. Jerry was a middle age old man with a belly poking slightly out. He was around forty or forty one, I didn't bother to count, and who slept a lot or just when to work then slept for the day. Jerry wasn't the type of person that I could connect to easily since he wasn't my dad. If you're wondering about my real dad he is alive, it's just my parents are divorced. They have been since I was five. Life with them like that wasn't really easy at all... for example this weekend I have my mother, but the next weekend I have my dad. So really my Friday nights were either packing up for the night and go to dad for the weekend, or hang out with Alice during the weekend with my mom, but Alice was pissed at me so it was really just homework....

Jerry's smell was of morning sweat and boringness, there wasn't an in-between of the two. "Hey kid, why didn't you hang out with Alice this weekend?"