"El! Get up!" El's foster mom, Salima yelled.
El grumbled, taking her pillow off her face, blocking the blinding light coming from the curtains Salima just opened.
"What?" She growled, looking at her alarm clock. 1:23 PM it read in large purple letters.
"Don't take that tone with me, get up and let Cloud out. He's been alerting for the last 5 minutes but you won't get up." Salima mocked, turning and heading out her bedroom door.
El got up, walking across the room to a small section of the room. "Sorry bud, I guess I overslept." She told her service dog, Cloud, who had been alerting her mom she wasn't responding due to her being asleep. She opened his kennel door, giving him a couple pats on the head before pouring him a bowl of Barky Bites.
"Eat up, bud." She told him, letting him know he could break for a bit.
She trudged down the hallway, passing the bathroom and her siblings' rooms. She walked down the wooden stairs, the handrails having small cracks in them. She made her way to the kitchen, looking at all of the pictures of Salima's biological children hung on the walls. Devin, Rylee, and Jake, all who passed in a car accident along with her husband, Ryan. She turned to fostering afterwards. Which is when El, Max, Hunter, and Friday were brought into the house, all during the same week.
She walked to the fridge, grabbing a box of Soba from last night and heating it up in the microwave.
While she waited for her food to warm, she took her phone out and started texting Friday, her favorite sibling.
She asked them where Max and Hunter were, because she was supposed to take them out to get mani-pedis today. Friday decided against going, saying it was easier to paint their nails at home.
Friday said they were supposed to be in their rooms, probably doing homework or something.
She thanked them, and put her phone back in her pocket.
After a few seconds, the microwave went off, signaling her soba was ready. She got up, grabbing her chopsticks and going to grab the bowl,
"GLOVE IDIOT" someone screamed at her.
She turned around and found her brother, Max, angrily holding up an oven mit.
El sighed, taking the mit from his hands. "Thanks I guess," She said putting the mit on and grabbing her bowl.
"Are you and Hunter still coming to get mani-pedis or are you ditching me again" She asked, walking towards the stairs.
"We're coming, at least I am" Max grumbled, realizing she took the last of the soba. "Are you planning to share that?"
"No" she hissed, going up the stairs and back into her room. The baby-blue paint was peeling, showing a bright yellow underneath. Cloud was chasing his tail, glad to be on a break.
Everything seemed perfect at that moment, calmly eating her favorite food, surrounded by her best friend. Nothing could ruin that moment for her. Or so she thought.
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The Escape from AMFS
Mystery / ThrillerWhen the AMFS knocked on her door, El would have never known what was in store for her and her family. In a world with people dropping dead at her feet, El and her family fight for survival, until the AMFS show up, taking them away. What is she goi...
