Kyra's Second Chance

The sun peaked in the curtains, almost demanding Kyra to wake up.  Kyra groaned and looked at her alarm clock. It was only 6:02.  She had only been asleep 3 hours. Sleep seemed to come easy for the rest of her family, but for Kyra it seemed to elude her. She looked at the notebook laying beside her. She had been working on her story for weeks, but still nowhere near finished.  Might as well get the day started, sleep isn't going to happen today. Kyra groaned as she slowly got out of bed. Her long wavy brown hair was a mess. Her pajamas were twisted up like she had been wrestling in her sleep. They were her favorite pajamas,  and had been worn many times over the years.  Kyra thought about her mini, the one who had bought them. They were a Christmas gift from her nana 4 years ago. When kyra first opened them she hated them. They were bright red, with with ugly green polka dots. Kyra hated polka dots.  A tear slipped down Kyra's face as she remembered her mimi, he only person who understood her. Now all that she had of her mimi was these hideous pajamas, and memories. Kyra looked at herself in the mirror.  At 5'9  she was the second  tallest in her family.  Her dad was 5'11 and Kyra wondered if she would end up taller than him. Her beautiful brown skin, once perfect, held scars that told her story. At the age of 2 the world had shown kyra how cruel it could be, and after all these years, it still haunted kyra that she couldn't remember what happened,  but hoped someday her family would tell her the story of what happened.  Her parents and her brothers treated her like a child, even though she was almost 17. Her sister acted like she didnt exist. Kyle was 14 months older than kyra. Josh was 3 years younger and acted like he was 40. Eleanor was 15 and even though she was Kyra's little sister, she liked to act like she was the known it all boss of the family. Kyra looked nothing like her siblings. Kyle had piercing blue eyes and light brown hair. Josh had beautiful green eyes, the kind that looked into your soul. He kept his dark blonde hair short and hated when it grew any. Eleanor almost looked like a barbie. Beautiful fair skin, perfectly straight blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that made all the guys drool. Kyra softened wondered how she ended up with deep brown eyes, long beautiful curly brown hair, and tanned skin that most would die for. She often wondered if her parents were hiding something from her.....