The Rebirth of the Dead Heiress

"You look like a witch"

Errr what!!! I turned to look at my brother. He was seriously trying to get on my bad side. I thought he stopped mocking me minutes ago. But as you can see, he just called me a witch.

"What did you say?" 

"I said, you look like a witch Sara" he repeated, snickering.

I rolled my eyes "Yeah...I heard you the first time." He laughed even more. I've always been called a witch right from the time I knew how to process and channel people's words—because everywhere I went, they always call me a witch. So this word coming from my brother just made the whole situation surreal. Maybe I was the witch they saw me as.

Samuel looked at me and frowned. Rolling his eyes, he said "Come me on, sweet, don't be like that. I swear I didn't mean it that way" he didn't? "It's just your hair, be looking so dreadful and all." He laughed, harder than before, his chest bubbling up and down. Seems like he enjoyed my misery.

Arrghhshh!!!

What happened to my hair? I thought. My hand intentionally went to my hair and I gasped. I seriously forgot to brush my hair! And now it looks like a witch's mane. I cried "Samuel, this is bad, this is bad, this is so bad! What am I going to do? Wait." I turned to look at him, disregarding the funny expression he had on his face. He was about to laugh again, I knew it. But I didn't care, all I cared about right now was a brush. "Samuel, wait, do you have a brush in your car? I mean you should have one, right?" I mean, he is the king of hair obsession. "But I don't understand why you or mom didn't tell me back at home. Dad didn't even—"

He busted out laughing. I guess he couldn't hold it in after all. I frowned. "Just tell me if you have a brush in your damn car already, I don't have a lot of time on my plate right now." I couldn't take this hair to school, this would just top up the school kid's assertion about me being the witch of Pineville.

Seriously...Ugghh!!

"What happened?" Samuel asked, eyes on the road this time. 

"I forgot," I said

"You forgot?" he gave me a look and continued "you've never forgotten to do these things" he stretched his hands to the side of the car, bringing his hairbrush out of the car pocket, on the door.

Yeah, he was so right. But I guess, with everything going on around me, I just lost control of myself and forgot how to take care of myself. I was beginning to lose myself.

"What? So you mean I can't forget to do stuff because I'm what! Wonder Woman or who again...Bat girl?" I hissed at him, forcefully collecting the hairbrush from his hand.

He used his free hand to massage the bridge of his nose "Baby," he started softly "You knew that wasn't what I meant, right? Why then are you acting all defensive like you have something to hide" he raised his left brow "Or do you have something to tell me?"

"I'm human okayy" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "I forget things and I am definitely not perfect, so if I make a mistake—such as forgetting to brush my hair, then it's totally raw." I exhaled, that many words were spilled out of my mouth. Surprising "And I am undoubtedly not concealing anything from you. Period. Now let me brush my hair in peace. And one more thing, stop calling me baby"

He chuckled at that before raising his hands in surrender.

 "Fine, fine fine. You don't have to be so prickly."

Prickly? Who the hell is he calling Prickly? I am tired of arguing, let me just let this one pass.

I turned my head to look at Samuel, to find him suddenly quiet. Great! Finally!! I smiled and focused my attention back on the road, and then back at Samuel. I could tell there was something he wanted to say but was deterred. That's very good. He should hold it back if whatever he wants to say would irritate me. 

Bringing down the mirror in the car, I sighed and positioned the brush on my hair, and began brushing it while whimpering like a cat. Struggling to brush my hair, I was reminded of one of the many features I didn't inherit from my mother. Her soft long black hair. I rolled my eyes at myself. I can't believe I was wishing to be like my mom, again. But, no doubt, I couldn't help it. My mom was an absolute beauty. And that was Sikara, not me.

Adding more gloss to my lips, I pushed the car mirror back up. Extending my hands towards Sam, and handing the brush over to him. "I'm done, thank you". He nodded and I turned my attention back to the road. He wasn't saying anything and I didn't care. It looked like something was bothering him, but he still didn't speak up. Okay then, If he doesn't speak, I won't press in. He should keep his little dirty secrets. Little time left and I'd be at school—that hellhole.

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The air was chilly, and the tension in the car...irritable. Sammies' quietness made me want to barf. And to top it all up, he was driving really slow. It was as if he didn't know I was supposed to be at school in ten or he just didn't care. For someone who wanted to be early to avoid the stares and talks, and insults of the people at school, I was being patient with him. 

"Step on the damn car Sammie" I groaned out in annoyance. "You'll only make things worse" I murmured. I was going to be late and Meenah Clay was going to see the opportunity to torture me. That was her daily job after all.

He turned "Wait, did you say something?" he asked before honking at the car in front of us and eventually overtaking it. Bad habit. That would have cost us an accident, Einstein.

"No, I didn't" I rolled my eyes

"Yes, you did. I swear I heard something coming from that dirty mouth of yours" he cracked up

"And I said no. Would you just drive the damn car already! It's Seven Forty freaking Five." I rolled my eyes again and turned to face the other side. 

"You've sure 've gotten a lot of nerves recently" he murmured and I pretended not to hear.