Unmasking MidKnight (Storm #1) || ON HOLD

Chapter 1: A New Home and a Mysterious Neighbor

  I gaze out the window from my seat in the back of our Cherokee Jeep. My eyes flickering between each building we pass, the time somewhere around seven-forty P.M.

  There's just so much...cement. Now I'm not dumb, I knew what I was signing up for when my parents asked me about moving here to Manhattan, NY.

  But I guess being so used to seeing bright open fields of green every time I looked out my window at our old house must've spoiled me or something.

  Who knows.

We pass another ice cream shop, that one being the third one I've seen within the last thirty minutes. I wonder -

   Something lightly hits the back of my head, almost so light I shouldn't have felt it.

   I let a breath out through my nose, leaning my arms up on the side of the door as I try to go back to my peaceful reality inside my head.

   I suppose having almost two million people living in this one area would be a good reason for having so much of the same things. But -

  Narrowing my eyes, I keep them focused outside. My fingers now drumming against the car door.

  I bet there's multiple shops all around here that sell all of the same products. Like that barbers shop I've already spotted five times -

   I let another breath out through my nose, flexing my neck as I try to get the tension out. Just ignore it and he'll stop.

   Like I've said, there's almost two million people in Manhattan. Plenty of heads that need their hair cut. Just think, that'd be -

   Something - for the fourth time in a row, once again hits the back of my head.

  Okay, that's it.

  I swing my head over to the right, my eyes landing on my obnoxiously annoying younger brother.

  Yes. I unfortunately have one of those.

   He has his right hand posed up to throw something, his dark brown eyes widening as they meet my enraged ones.

   We stare each other down for five straight seconds, the moment ruined when he suddenly throws the object he was holding at my face.

   I blink a couple times as he breaks into laughter, my eyes going down to land on what he threw at me.

   Five bright orange Cheetos lay discarded on the floor, the bag rustling as he digs his hand in to grab another.

   Disgusting.

   I quickly reach over the middle seat, grabbing his wrist he currently has stuffed inside the bag. "Quit it, Michael." I hiss under my breath, tightening my hold on his wrist to get the message across.

  He slowly looks up at me again, mischief glowing in his eyes.

  Why that little brat.

  "Mom." He whines, looking over at the passenger seat that's positioned in front of him. "Heavyn's being mean." He coats each word with fake hurt.

   I narrow my eyes at him. "Heavyn, let your brother go." Mom calls back at me, not even bothering to look.

   Hmm, she knows me too well.

  I huff, retracting my arm from his grubby wrist as I mouth, 'later' at him. Crossing my arms, I lean up against the car door as I continue to glare at him.

   This is far from over. Just wait.

  Michael smirks, sticking his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes at his immature response, looking back outside.