Growing Down isn't So Bad: TG Editon

Chapter 1
A Normal Morning

Chapter Description: On a normal day, a normal boy about to turn into a man takes the final step towards the next stage of his live. But before this day is over, something will happened that will change all of that.

Growing Down isn’t So Bad:

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A Normal Morning

With a light groan and the sound of some popping bones, I rose from my bed. I got out of bed with a light yawn, and shuffled off to the bathroom, where I proceeded to shower and shave. After my shower, I retreated into my room, got dressed and went back to the bathroom to finish things up.

After finishing up my morning routine I looked myself over in the mirror. I’m your normal 18-turning-19-year-old boy, with cherry blond hair which would need to be cut soon. My eyes are somewhat a piercing green which I am told went good with my lightly tanned skin. I worked my slightly rounded jaw to try and get the last of knots out of it, as it always seems to be sore no matter the position I slept the night before.

I looked down and made a note of my choice of outfit; just a pair of worn-in black jeans and a navy blue tee-shirt with the Japanese Kanji for Godzilla. Nothing to special or flashy and that’s just the way I like it.

Satisfied with my appearance, I left the bathroom and walk down to the first floor. I didn’t take two steps away from the stairs when something collided into me. I stumbled a little but manage to keep myself upright as I looked down at my eight-year-old sister, Kim Turner.

“Happy Birthday Kenny!!” my sister sang excitedly.

I chuckle lightly as I patted her on the head, which earned me a light scowl and an even lighter blush from Kim. Man, I know this my sound cliché, but I have the cutest little sister anyone could ask for. I nearly gash from my sister’s reaction despite seeing it my entire life. She could light up entire room just by entering it. Yeah, I consider myself the luckiest big brother on the face of the world for having such a sister.

I looked down at Kim and lazily studied her. Kim and I couldn’t be more different, despite being full-blooded siblings. Kim’s skin is pale but healthy looking, and her hair is deep chocolate brown. Strangest thing, though, my sis has gray in her hair, around her ears, and it’s not dyed either. Her eyes are a light red and when the light shines on them just right they have a noticeable green tint to them. She also short for her age, barely 4 feet even.

My sister’s height is something of a concern of my, I have first hand experience with that sort of thing, being short for my age as well. But she’s like me in that regard, that she take it in good humor. Still, this 5’ 2 and half’’ big brother couldn’t help but feel a little concern, considering that I was leaving for college in under three weeks.

Today she also dressed plainly, wearing just a pair of gray sweats and a sleeveless red shirt. Her hair is also short and tired into a small ponytail.

I shook myself from my thoughts and smiled teasingly to my sister as I said, “Man, someone can’t ask for a cuter little sister.”

I got the reaction was what I was expecting from Kim. She pulled herself free and lightly punched me in the stomach, her scowl and her blush deepening slightly. “I’m not cute!” she pouted angrily, which just made look that much cuter, in my eyes.

Yeah, nothing like having a cute, tomboy sister who hates to be cute, just another cliché I learn to live with, and something I’m going to miss when I leave. I opened my mouth to throw another witty commit at Kim, when a familiar voice reached my ears.

“Kimberly Kelly Turner! What have I told you about running into people when they just stepped off the stairs?” We both turned our head to the right and saw our mother, Kelly Turner, looking at Kim with a scolding expression. Kim just grinned sheepishly and tried to hide behind me, but my position in the opening’s archway made that a near impossibility. To correct that I took a few steps forward, allowing my little sis behind me, as I studied my mother.

I share a lot with my mother, from her skin tone to her hair, and though I hesitant to say this, my sister and I probably inherited her height, my mother is barely 5’ tall. About the only thing we don’t share are our eyes, Kim had inherited her eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at my mother, despite being in her late forties, she doesn’t look it, her face didn’t have a single wrinkle and her hair was still colorful.

I often chucked up my mother’s looks to her natural beauty. See, my mother is one of those types with natural looks, meaning she doesn’t need to wear loads and loads of make-up to look good. In fact, she looks good in no matter what she wears, including her current outfit of a pair of sweats, a tee-shirt and a massy apron.

“Well, young lady what did I tell you about that?” mom asked with a bit of irritation.

I felt Kim pressed against my body and cast a sideway glance at her. She was afraid, but then my mother as always had a way of scaring us, even though she doesn’t look scary. I decide to take my sis side in this one, and looked at my mother ready to speak on my sister’s behalf.

“Kelly, can you let it go this one go just once?” a calm, collect if not tire voice said, startling all three of us, “I think her actions are justified.”

Well we looked to our right and saw my father, Kenneth Turner Senior. It’s from my father that Kim gets her looks from, from her hair to her skin, but I have inherited his eyes. I really wished that I had inherited more from my old man, like his height. My dad stands at six feet even, making my family and I seem small when next to him.

My dad’s actually younger then my mother, by five years, but he doesn’t like it. His skin is paler then his daughter‘s skin, and his face had developing wrinkles around his face. His hair, which has been thinning for the last 2 and half years, is completely white. He looked tired, always, even now, his shoulders were slumped slightly and his eyes seem heavier then they should be, despite the smile he wore. It didn’t help his look that his outfit of black dress pants, a white dress shirt and a pain of loafers were unkempt.

It was clear he had gotten home late again, but instead of going to bed, he stayed up, waiting on the rest of us to get up. I could admire my dad’s work esthetics, but I wish he would learn to keep better care of himself, lords knows mom would have her hands filled with Kim, and with dad often forgetting about caring himself I feel she would overwhelmed when I left.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard my mother‘s voice.

“No Kenneth, I can’t let this one go,” Mom said firmly, forcing her husband, “What would had happened if Ken had fell?”

Dad just chuckle an empty chuckle, and closed the gasp between his wife and himself. Before mom could say anything, dad pulled her into a tight kiss, one that could last minutes. I just rolled my eyes at my father’s usual distraction tactic, as Kim just made a noise.

I looked down at my sister with a smile and said, “Can you do me a favor and tell those two lovebirds I would be back in a few hours.”

“AWW, do you really have to go?” Kim asked with a really cute pout.

I just chuckled as I patted my sister on the head, which just earn me a scowl and a blush. “Sorry, squirt, but I have some things I need to finish doing, and I rather not wait for the last minute to do it. Don’t worry I would be back in time to share some of mom’s incredible cinnamon cake.”

My sister just gave me a smile, meaning she would relay my message to the folks, and patted her on the head once again. I chuckled to myself as she scowled and blushed again, as I walked around my still-kissing parents and headed to the front door, stopping only to slip on my shoes and grabbed my trusty bag. I fished my phone out of it and turned it on, waiting patiently for the screen to load.

I cocked an eyebrow when I noticed it was quarter past ten. I found that weird, I rarely sleep past nine even during vacations. I shrugged it after a moment, pocketed the device and sling my pack over my back. I then slipped out of the house without another thought.