- chaos
/ˈkeɪˌɑːs/
complete confusion and disorder: a state in which behavior and events are not controlled by anything||
in which a Number Eight leaves behind everything she'll ever know, and finds more about herself in the process.
BOOK ONE OF T...
Nakia stared at the clock on her desk. She was bored. She was beyond bored. Suddenly, she stared at her clock and watched the time change.
12:00 A.M
She was officially fourteen years old. So were the rest of her siblings. She lit a flame on her finger and stared at it.
She closed her eyes and blew it out.
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She hadn't had a conversation with any of her siblings in months. Her day consisted of delivered meals from her mother, training with Pogo, and being stuck in her room.
Reginald saw her as a threat because of her evident grief over Five Hargreeve's disappearance.
She sighed before laying back in bed. Everything seemed so wrong. Now the only time she saw her siblings was during missions, which she still hated.
She missed bickering with Diego and causing trouble with Klaus. She missed reading books with Ben. She missed Five. She missed her family.
As a hot tear rolled down her cheek, she thought of what her siblings would do to mark the occasion. Maybe they'd get the day off. Or Grace would cook them a big feast. Allison would probably rumor her father, and make him take them shopping. She and Vanya would be alone together.
Oh, she missed Vanya. She missed her voice and the soothing sound of her violin.
None of this would be happening, if she was normal. Her family would be together.
What if she was normal? She would have started high school by now. She would have made friends, and they would hang out at the mall on the weekends. She would have her first kiss. She could rant about her siblings.
She could show off her intelligence to people who cared. She'd get perfect grades and her mother would love her again. And maybe Reginald would finally be proud of her.
Maybe her siblings would appreciate her.
Maybe she wouldn't feel like a disease.
Maybe she could love herself again.
As Nakia cried herself to sleep for the tenth time in months, she thought about how much she resented her father.
