FOSTER CHILD | ACT TWO
scene twenty : mrs harrington
"RISE AND SHINE!"
Isla hissed, covering her eyes as the sun rays shone brightly thought her window. She moaned, pulling her covers over her head.
"Come on!" Ms Harrington chirped, pounding her palms on the edge of Isla's bed.
"Ten more minutes." Isla whimpered, turning around in her bed.
She pulled the covers off of Isla. Isla groaned, rolling around in her bed to find more warmth.
"I already gave you an hour." Ms Harrington told her, her footsteps heavy as she made her way towards the door. "Meet me in my office in ten or else I'm getting the water."
Isla threw her pillow at the door, the pillow barely Ms Harrington as she swayed her hips, leaving the room for office. Isla puffed, sitting up on both elbows as she squinted at the door. Her brain was racking around her head and the light wasn't making it any worse.
She rolled out of bed, sluggishly pulling on a pair of sweatpants over her shorts. She would've thrown her matching hoodie on too but that was stolen along with the pair of sunglasses her foster family from a few years back had gotten her. They were her favourite pair.
Her shoulders were slumped as she made her way down the stairs. The house was eerily quiet. There wasn't even a hint of adolescence in any nook or cranny of the house. All the toys had been stashed away and all the plates were washed and packed away, neatly stashed away in the cupboards.
No Teresa bossing her around, Amaya wasn't yelling at her for living in a glorified version of the last and Pierre and Ezra weren't talking and joking around with her.
It felt she was only the kid left around the house.
"Where is everyone?" Isla asked as she walked into the office, closing the door behind her.
Mrs Harrington shuffled some papers on her desk. "Fundraiser."
Isla furrowed her brows, "Fundraiser? How come I wasn't invited."
Mrs Harrington flattened the papers down on her desk, gesturing at the seat in front of her. "Take a seat and I'll tell you."
Isla suspiciously looked at the seat, her fingers grazing over the wooden frame as she sat on it. She shuffled around in her seat, anxiously eyeing Mrs Harrington as she pulled out a few sheets a paper from the pile.
"These are your pages from your files." She picked up the pile, slotting it in the cabinet behind her desk. "I know, there's a lot."
Isla's lip twitched. She gulped as she leaned closer towards the desk, intently watching Mrs Harrington as she took her time, neatly laying out each paper from an equal distance on the desk. The clock ticked away in the background with each passing second, furthering the dreaded feeling that was growing in Isla's stomach.
She cleared her throat, beaming. "Let's get started shall we."
Isla smiled, sitting upright in her chair. It had felt like years had passed since she had entered the room.
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FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER
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