Chapter 3 by Coy-toy

Who are you?

Jane

You really were the definition of the rebellious middle child. Since you began high school you’ve died your hair a different color ever month or so. Now at the beginning of senior year it was a neon blue, which complimented your black and blue cat eared hoody and jeans. You really didn’t get along with either sibling. Your brother mostly annoyed you, always trying to hang around with your group of friends, looking up and emulating everything you did. But the one you truly disliked was your sister. It may be partly the popular girl vs the rebel, but mostly you just saw her as an idiot more interested in her looks and getting cock than anything else, and she saw you as a freak who only existed to annoy her.

You left your room with a yawn, on your way to the kitchen for a late night snack when you hear a weird noise in the hallway. You decide to go look for the source out of curiosity.