Don't Belong?

Meet the Ekker's?

Y/n woke up to her mother shaking her gently. Lilian Ekker, the amazing woman that found her 10 years ago. "Honey. It's 9:37, I have breakfast ready downstairs" she said. At that, y/n shot up, almost bumping into her mother. "OH!" She shouted hoarsley. "Sorry mom" she continued groggily. Her mother just shook her head and smiled. "Up you get before the food gets cold. We've still got to get supplies for the winter". With an incredulous look y/n stated, "Winter isn't for another 4 months! There's plenty of time!" Her mother tsked and spoke. "Y/n, you know as much as I do that we'll need all the time we can get to prepare the crops as well as the house."

Oh, I forgot to mention that we aren't exactly your average family. My parents and I live on a farm in a small cabin 3 miles outside of town. My dad isn't around that much since he works all of the time and is barley home. When he is, he makes little to no conversation with either of us. Wouldn't be surprised if he bought a house somewhere else.  WITH someone else. He's always had a knack for lying and hoarding things to himself...that pretentious scumbag....

ANYWAYS

My mother on the other hand is the most caring lady you could ever meet. She works on the farm to provide for the both of us and to bring in some extra income. I help out with whatever she can't do. Most of it requires lifting some pretty heavy things but nothing too heavy, so I'm in pretty good shape for an 11 year old. Though I've never questioned just how I was able to lift up such heavy items in the first place. Oh well.

Realizing I've been staring and hadn't said anything I quickly reply, "Right. I'll be down in a few." Her mother nodded and walked to the door. Before leaving completely she turned with a small grin and said, "Alright, I expect you to be down in no more than 10 minutes." With a smirk she continued, "And don't forget to fix your hair. It's a complete birds nest!" She then chuckled and quickly closed the door and made her way to the kitchen.

Y/n huffed, shaking her head at her mother's antics but chuckled all the same. After a quick shower and an even quicker brush of her hair, y/n threw on some comfy clothes and grabbed her contacts and favorite hoodie.

Why a hoodie you may ask? Because y/n has a few special characteristics that make her stick out from everyone else. For starters, y/n has black and white hair that's split down the middle. Now normally that wouldn't be so bad since lots of kids her age have been dyeing their hair. But what was odd was the fact that it wasn't dye and the white side seemed to shimmer in the light. Pair that with her unnaturally deep purple eyes and an equally unique lightning bolt shaped scar on left side of her forehead made for an awkward conversation. It ran from the base of her hairline to the top of her white eyebrow. How was she supposed to know where it came from? She's had it since she was a baby.

Rushing down the stairs y/n puts on her hoodie and places her contacts on the table, sitting down. "There you are y/n! Took you long enough" her mother chided. Y/n looked up with a straight face and an arched brow. "Don't you look at me like that Missy. I said 10 minutes and you took 20" she continued. Y/n sighed and with a light smile she stated, "Sorry mom. I did kind of loose track in the bathroom."

With a softened look her mother spoke, "I understand dear, but you know how serious I am when it comes to our preparations. I don't want to have a repeat of last year. And I'm sure neither do you." She raised a perfectly trimmed brow and tilted her head as she looked at y/n for an answer.

Y/n sighed slightly deeper this time as she answered, "No mother, I definitely don't want a repeat of last year." With a shiver and a slight grimace y/n cautiously asked, "Could we talk about something else?" With a smile and a squint in her eye, y/n's mother diligently changed the topic. As they talked and ate breakfast, y/n's mother glanced at the clock and abruptly stood up from leaning on the counter.

Before y/n could ask what was wrong her mother hastily spoke, "Y/n, go put in your contacts and make sure your hair and scar are covered. Quickly!" Without so much as a nod, y/n shot up, snatched her contacts off the table and ran back upstairs almost tripping over herself in the process. She knew what that look was. What that tone was. Her "father" was coming home today.