My Brother Is My Mate. novel THE WOLF'S CEREMONY.

It is such a chilly day for me, which is why I’m stuck up in my room in the softest bed in the world.

Reading a manga with my best friend playing Barbie.

Jessie.

Jessie happily climbed on my back, spreading out her hands in the air, staggering, and shaking her balance as my bones hurt like baffling.

“Get off me!” I yelled at my best friend to stop climbing on top of my body; it was pretty annoying and painful.

“Look how high I can fly; it’s a beautiful thing.” She softly sang one of her favourite Barbie cartoon songs.

I rolled my eyes. “Will you stop singing? It’s annoying and gets off my back this instant, Jessie. I don’t want to repeat myself, Jessie.”

“Come on, I just wanted to know how high I can fly.” Jessie left my back and jumped on top of my bed happily as I bounced.

“By jumping on top of my body,’ I scoffed. “You could try doing it in the sky by standing on the roof of this mansion and see how high you can fly,’’ I said sarcastically.

She will probably fall down and crush her bones.

Jessie just ignored me, cackling, and glanced at the manga I was reading.

“Reading some BL comics again.” She smiled.

“Yeah,’ I emphasised, rolling my eyes.

“Isn’t it weird reading this genre of manga all the time? I prefer romances to BL ones. And besides, Oceana, you are underage. You aren’t supposed to be reading that stuff.”

“I read the ones filled with so much love and not bad stuff.’

She doesn’t have to know what I read. It would be embarrassing explaining it to her. “And I don’t care if romance is your preference or whatever you choose to read. This is mine and it’s not like you love to read, anyway.” I pointed it out.

“Yeah, reading makes me dizzy.” She rolled her eyes in a circle, laughing.

“I thought as much, so leave me be,” I mumbled.

“I hate reading; why do you love reading manga? Doesn’t it bore you? I prefer to watch Barbie. My favourite Barbies are “The Princess and the Pauper, Barbie: A Fairy Secret, Barbie in The Nutcracker, and “Barbie And The Twelve Princesses." She beamed and sang. "You are just like me. I'm just like you. There's somewhere else we'd rather be..."

I rolled my eyes. “Enough! I’ve heard enough of your Barbie titles and songs.”

“But they are the best; I would love to become a Barbie someday. Do you know what that means? I could live in a castle forever with my charming prince, or I could be Cinderella, don’t you think?’

That was such a ridiculous compliment, or should I say, a statement? We are in the real world, not a fantasy. Who wants to become a Barbie?

“Come on, Oceana, answer me.’

“What’s your problem? Leave me alone, Jessie.” I shifted my body away from her and laid down properly on my soft peach bed and my fluffy pillow, focusing on my manga.