Misty Smith is a young normal girl. At the age of 9, she made a friend named Roseo. They were the best of friends until he suddenly left without saying good-bye when they were only 12. Misty lives with her foster mother who hates her to pieces. Abso...
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Trudging home is always the same. The same old grey path I used to always take with him. The one who left without saying anything. The one who I thought had promised who would stand by my side. My fingers fiddled with the rose gold necklace that hung around my neck given from him.
"This is getting old," I murmured quietly as I walked into my front yard staring at the window on the second-storey warily. Our house looks decent like any other houses in the neighbourhood. But the most unusual thing about it at the moment is the deadly silence. I clenched my hand into a fist. Fear coursed through my body and I slowly walked up to the door. A sickening thought passed through my head. What if she's waiting for me to enter then pounce? Deciding to find my fate, I swung the door open. Maybe a bit too harshly that is hit the wall and the sound echoed around the deathly silent house. I cringed waiting for some movement or shouting, but nothing came. I crept towards the stairs glancing around uneasily. Something felt very wrong. Very wrong. My foster mother's door to her room had scratches on it and it was slightly ajar letting the dim light through. I pushed the door open and winced as it creaked but paused as I heard the ringing of a phone. It rang and the light revealed the horrifying sight that laid shrouded in darkness. There, my foster mother laid in her pool of blood surrounding her, the same colour as my hair. The phone stopped ringing. The view disappeared into the dark but the stench was nearly unbearable. I scrunched my nose, my eyes wide. Terror filled my veins as I gag pushing down my vomit. Soon enough a sudden ringing from the phone shook again and broke my trance. The caller's name blinked 181. I stared at it fearfully and watched it ring before ending and tossing me back into the darkness again.
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A middle-aged officer sat with his hands folded together staring back at me. His beady blue eyes pierced into my soul as I tried ignoring his gaze. My eyes swept around the the office I was pushed into. There were small cracks which stretched across the place where the grey wall meets the ceiling. Papers were piled up neatly on the corner of the blue desk. A large computer was pushed to the top left of the table along with the keyboard and a golden picture frame glinted under the white light overhead.
"So, you say she committed suicide?" I broke the everlasting silence deafening my ears. My heart was pounding in my chest as I crossed my arms tightly. The officer nodded slowly narrowing his eyes at his computer.
"She did," he confirmed turning to a yellow folder, his colleague left for him from before. I scrutinised him as he slid out the papers from the folder. Printed in bold on the front page is my name. I sat rigidly as the officer flipped through my pages.
"Misty Everlia Smith. Age: 13..." the officer muttered slowly going quiet. My heart thudded in my ear as I swallowed harshly.
"Do you know your biologically family?" he asked raising his brow. I shook my head and watched his expression furrow with skepticism slash surprise. What did he expect anyways?
"Not even a bit?" he pried. I shook my head. He scrunched his brow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"You actually have an older sister," the officer revealed. I stared back blankly. Okay?
"What about my parents?" I queried wondering why my family was mentioned separately. He shrugged indifferently grunting.
"Yes, yes. You still have parents. But now's not the time to dwell about them because your sister will be picking you up," he informed in a rushed manner shoving his hands out with the papers in them.
"How'd you find out? I didn't give you my strand of hair for DNA testing," I frowned taking the papers from his hands.
"We found a strand of your hair on your hair-tie," he explained shifting to get comfortable on his chair. Oh. So that explains why an officer asked for my hair tie. Before, I can open my mouth for more questions, the door of the officer's door swung open. A young woman in her early twenties rushed in. Her light brown hair is tied in a messy bun and her blue eyes, eerily similar to mine snapped to the officer.
"Sorry that I'm a bit late," she rushed out pushing back a strand of her fallen hair. The officer stood up shaking her hand formally.
"There's no problem. I'll leave you to meet your sister before getting you the adoption paper," the officer walked out the door. My sister turned to me smiling brightly with slight tears in her eyes.
"You've grown so much," she gushed, her eyes shining. I smiled embarrassedly ducking my head as I wrung my fingers together.
"My name's Mirth and I'm 19 and you're definitely Misty right? Well, this is so exciting meeting my little sister. We'll become the best of friends!" she bounced on her heels as I raised my head towards her.
"Where will we be living and what school will I be going?" I asked nervously. Mirth smiled warmly.
"We'll be living in my apartment and you're going to my old high school called Ervolusion Academy," she informed briefly. The door of the room swung open and the officer from before appeared again but with another pile of stapled paper.
"Here's the adoption paper. I hope the two of you have caught up with each other's life," he dropped the papers on his desk and handed Mirth a pen. I watched her closely as she flicked through thoroughly and signing at the bottom.
"Well, I hope you an enjoyable evening," he clasp his hands together and nodded at us leading us out the station. My sister lead me to her car. We placed my luggages into the boot before entering the car.
"It will be a few hours drive. You can sleep if you want. I'll wake you up when we're there," Mirth spoke glancing at me through the rear mirror. I nodded tiredly leaning my head on the window of the backseat.
