The Biker's Rules
March (10
Francisco (H
ackburn =
imm = 11
- Me
lt to fit my helmet on my head, but I manage eventually, strapping it under my chin. I fast-pedal my bike down the street to where the rest of my grade 4 class is waiting. We're not actually heading for the park, but to investigat
e place - ripping anyone who dares to trespass on the property into shreds. Well, that's where we're heading right now – under pressure might I add - and there's no backing out. Why? Because of Jason Steward
y that demon thing then. I look to my left meeting Kiara's dark eyes as she peddles alongside me - I know that she's got my back and vice-versa. After all, it's not our first outing together – we've been
if predicting something bad is going to happen. And suddenly I hear my father's voice in my head – 'Don't worry, our family burns the black'. Get it ... Blackburn ... burn ... ug, never min
- it takes a little effort to open the door since it's stuck, probably from being abandoned for years. The sleeve of his oversized hoody pulls up just enough for me to notice some nasty pu
ly agree with me – they are not normal. Both Edward and the Salvatores can hop on the boring bus compared to this boy's beauty. The door is quite impressive, and even though the wood is cracked and weather
staircase to the upper level and the ceiling where an antique chandelier clings to the light breeze now blowing through the open door. In its prime, this must have bee
As I bump Kiara with my elbow, gesturing in the direction of Jason, a slight smile creeps across her peanut butter-colored face. She takes out her phone and starts filming Jason with a sly expression. Hell, with
IC
mediately a sharp pain shoots through my arm. Biting on my lip I glance down, noticing the tip of an arrow protruding f
of his way, causing her to tumble into a gap where the floor collapsed. I dash to the edge and peep over the side, my one hand clamping my arm to try and control the pain; for some weird reason, there i
ursing Jason in my mind, already
sniffs and I know she's crying. The image of me yankin
one-piercing sound of shotgun fire trembles through the house, swinging the chandelier fiercely
w the hell I'm going to pull Kiara up all by myself, with only one arm. Maybe the angry
ady doesn't swear. So shit gets transformed into a more feminine version instead. I look up to see a pair of apple-green eyes, belon
all of a sudden? He flashes me a broad pearly tooth grin, and for
s one end of a vine down to Kiara. She grabs on, twisting her arms around the vine. I
uc
ill, little girl," he orders me, pushing me
ing to suck out my blood. Maybe he's a vampire too. He for sure has the hypnotizing eyes... Nope, his
ving me the chills, so I step back and swallow. Usually, I don't let the opposite sex shunt me around; having 4 older
el pulls her out from the top. And like some strong demon ninja, Green-eyes emerges - as if he climbs out of holes all of the time. Maybe he's not a vampi
h-five each other with smock faces. Ug, boys ... they're all th
dly make our way to the entrance. As we leave through the mossy door, I look back to see a man standing at the top of
emon
he air, and the boy grabs my hand and
calling Uncle John ... and at least I know my stupid brothers will come up with a plan th
trying to keep her mind from the discomfort. We laugh while looking at the video on Kiara's phone. But I'm not exactly in a good mood ... my brothers won't let me
her jacket, with a huge number 13 on the
e," Kiara comments, looking at my arm and
re he's not square in his head. Not even kids my age say stuff like that, and I predict him to be in middle school already. And w
ke a ghost between the trees, he looks back at me one last time, giving me a final small wave and a big smile that causes dimples to appear on his cheeks. Why am I feeling sad? As
ck. Even though my genius oldest brother is only 15, he drives better than mom does. They help us into the cab, load our bik
doors. A middle-aged nurse walks up to us, her round hips swinging with
in his hands. My pounding heart drops into my shoes. It's doctor Barney! He's like best friends with Uncle John, so I'm not getting away this time, that's for sure. I can already imagine the adults in my life going bonkers. Mom is going
and then his eyes move up; land on
t sounding disappointed, "and what t
ubbing his chin with one hand
had a littl
my family is regularly here in the ER, since we frequ
ushes, turning my arm slightly to take a look.
who knows ... she begins to ramble, telling him every tiny detail. Well, the cat is out of the bag, so I join in. Nurse Betty simply smiles warmly, as my mom wo
ands, begging us to calm down. He's already removed the arrow and stitched up the wound. His focus is now on Kiara's
shrug off my shoulders, I take her hand and look down at her pretty caramel face, before we start counting. Hell, we didn't even get t
at she's thinking. They're going to call uncle John! See, Kiara's mom is an alcoholic druggy and her dad is in jail ... so, as a result, her father requested his closest friend, Uncle John, to take custod
ave a few phone calls to make." Nurse Betty looks at us with a
ean, you don't have to tell him all the details, righ
e to tell your uncle EVERY SINGLE DETAIL," he dra
got hurt on the playground or something?" I pout my lips and give him the best puppy-d
grounded until we're 30 and over the wall. And we'
y in her eyes. We both know what's coming, Uncle John is going to combust and burn us in his raid. But at least we're together in thi
ng all at once in an effort to receive the least amount of punishment possible. It's one of their strategies to get away with
ed. Jackson has no emotion on his face, Ilkay frowns with disapproval, while Enrique and Logan are amused, glad the attention has been diverted to us. With my idiotic siblings, you
the twins, in addition, are the opposite of two peas in a pod. Enrique is the obnoxious, confident one who manages to talk himself out of every jam, whereas Jackson is more of a non-caring, mysterious hero type that g
standing in the hallway talking to Doc Barney and another doctor. The doctor with the dark messy hair looks vaguely familiar, but I'm sure I've never met him
h it provides. I look at the logo running down the right sleeve ... a strange green M and the words 'Monster Energy'. On the other sleeve is some sort of skull with wi
between his brows. Maybe I look funny in the oversized jacket ... or he might be superstitious about
m my warmest angelic smile back. He winks at me, and I take a deep breath. Thank goodness ... for a moment I
from the chair and walks over t
xel likes looking for trouble like my crazy sibling. I roll my eyes. My brothers' attention shifts to Axel as if they only notice his presence now for the first time. It's not as if he came with us and been here the whole time ... s
unlikely. My brothers will not let our parents forget anything about this episode for the next few weeks. So when mom returns, the whole situation will repeat it
the crazy twin - and they start talking about boring cliche boy stuff like bikes and cars. And when Axel describes
blue eyes asks inquisitively. But his question brings the
e was this b
rupts and I give her the evil eye,
hat my brothers would not say anything about this. The doctor nods his head, a teasing grin on his face – with dimpl
a soft sigh, thanking him with a sad face. I hug my best friend, telling her that everything will be fine. And that we'll be w
acket again and then watch as the friendly doctor gets into the lift with my best friend, a cocky but warm smile on his face. Is it a coincidence
e're cursed
le John asks looking a
he grabs Axel by the arm, leading him in the direction of the cafeteria. That brothe
tuff down your throats." Uncle John smirks falling in behind them, pulling me wit
ing each other playfully ... prob
xel, giving him a faint smile. Kiara and I are going to be grounded probably until we've finished school. Come to think of it, we actually were