'Ms Kaylee Bell and Mr Zachary Knight are to be appointed legal guardianship of Scott Knight if something would ever happen to the parents, Jenna and Patrick Knight.'
They say everything can change in the blink of an eye.
It did for me.
Yesterday...
Will you make it sound so pretty even when it's not?
Didn't choose but it's the only one we've got
And sometimes I get so tired
Of getting tied up in my thoughts
You're the only one that often makes it stop
God, it hurts to be human
Without you I'd be losing
And someday we'll face the music
God, it hurts to be human
PINK ft. Khalid — Hurts 2B Human
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"What the fuck, woman!"
I sit up in bed, disorientated, I look around the room. I'm alone in bed, in Scott's bed with a teddy bear in my arms. When I hear dishes clattering and something breaking in the kitchen, then someone cursing, I groan in irritation. The clock on the bedside table reads 5.35 am.
"That is not how you make pancakes, lady." I recognise Shane's voice.
"Do not call me lady! And this is how I make pancakes!" Jane says.
"No need to shout in my ear, woman!" Then I hear something solid meeting flesh before, "what the fuck was that for?"
Having heard enough, I rise from bed and stumble into the kitchen where Zach is sitting with Scott on his knee, ear muffs covering the kid's ears. Zach's amused gaze moves from the two clowns in our kitchen to me and his eyes move over my form. Even in my sleepy state, I feel warmth in my cheeks and I force my eyes away from his and move to see the show by the stove. My eyes widen at our two friends, Jane standing with a smug smile, a spatula in her hand while Shane stands sputtering while batter is running down his body.
"What is going on?" I stutter when Shane's very angry eyes move to me. "It's in the middle of the night, what are you guys doing?"
"It's morning, Kay." Jane chuckles.
I glare, "This," I point out to the porch where its dark and rain is pouring, "is not morning."
"Well, I woke up by someone snoring like a fucking hippopotamus, and I couldn't go back to sleep."
"A hippo-what?" Shane crosses his arms, looking ridiculous as a blueberry slides down his cheek.
I look at Zach for some help, but he's hiding a smile as he looks down at a very tired Scott.
How can he be happy at this time?
"A Hipp-o-po-ta-mus. No wonder you suck at school." Jane grumbles.
