Black and White

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        When I was little I could see everything beyond the little room I was granted. I could make mountains out of blankets, and conquer giant monster out of stuffed animals. But now, all I see is a messy room that cannot be anything but dirty. But was the room the only dirty thing?

        My name is Elise, but most call me Lise. I grew up in not the most loving household, with my parents fighting left and right. Mom was a lawyer, and dad a simple book lover, how they got together, beats me! But here I am, anyways when I turned 10, they got into the biggest argument yet. 

        The wind strirred up even more, almost violently. The air blew in causing the dark night to seem even more veering. The light in the kitchen illuminated the eerie hallway and I wadded forward peering into through the almost shut doorway. 

        "You never do anything!" mother screamed throwing a chair at my father. "You never do anything for this family, you're always gone. I thought it was FOREVER and ALWAYS!" He yelled back blocking the wooden furniture. "Well a family needs money doesn't it, and who gets that?!?" She screams getting closer to him.

        Air seeming to suddenly stop at the moment, making the leaves stop dancing seemd to signify something. A bottle of wine flew through the air towards my face, and I didn't move. I didn't want to, why should I? 

        My parents got divorced after that. And put me in the orphanage where I got "a new home." Where my  "father," and "mother," keep me occupied with getting the best grades possible. Seems like nothings gone my way huh? Good thing people always keep it interesting. 

        I awoke to the sweet sound of the leaves drifiting throughout the room giving it the only hint of color in it emptiness. Getting up, I stretched out my back lazily and headed for the bathroom bring my uniform along.I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror, brown hair, brown eyes, nothing new. With the water warm now, I stepped in allowing myself ro relish the feeling off flow. After a quick wash, I got dressed, did my buisness, fixed myself up and headed downstairs.

        "Morning sweetpea," my stepmom said with her echoing voice. "Morning mum," I replied with the usual hint of nothing, and of course she droned on about how much she loved me, blah, blah, blah. I now I sound rude, but all she ever cares about is having an overly accomplished child! First no expectations, and now one to many! I popped an apple in my mouth and headed to the academy, giving my stepmom a wave out before dashing out. Gah everything is always the same.

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