Kristin Percxio/Kristin Parker
"Hey! How was school?" Greeted Sister.
"Fine, something unexpected happened today though," I reply, wanting to continue but caught Janet, my foster mother's glare.
"But why don't we go inside and discuss it, Sister?" Glaring right back at Jane, leaving her sputtering on air for the change in my attitude. The truth is, I have had enough. Enough of people underestimating and undermining me. Of questioning my everyday decisions and pitying me for my life, how my life is trash, and having a family worse than what Cinderella had.
So, I told her all about my day, she was extremely happy when I told her about Mr. Carly being replaced by a nice teacher and laughed along with her when I talked about my teacher's expression when I was pardoned by the new math teacher and when I talked about Natasha and her theatrics. Moments like these are the ones that keep me from giving up or giving in to the darkness. Having people to care about me like Natasha and Sister.
"Get the plates ready will you Kristina? At least do something around in this house instead of making a mess, which we all saw in your room."
Right, that. The huge mess that I did NOT cause and have no memory of that happening during the night. But who would do that? I mean, Caroline, my foster sister, would get me in trouble but she couldn't be that quiet, considering my heightened senses.
"I didn't do that, and why would I? Did you even think if I did it, I would get nothing out of it?" I spoke, shutting down the unneeded discussion.
"Don't you dare talk back to me girl. You have noth- nothing that allo- allows you to talk back to me!" He stuttered.
"That sentence would have been much more like something to take seriously if you didn't stutter. And I have nothing, you say? How in the world did I make you stutter?" I sassed, already knowing the consequences of my actions.
"NO MORE FOOD FOR YOU, YOUR HIGHNESS!" Yelled Jane, already telling me that my words impacted both.
"THAT'S FINE WITH ME! THE SCHOOL LUNCHES ARE BETTER THAN THIS GUNK!" If they only knew that I could go one week without food or water. If they did, I would be in big trouble anyway. I ran upstairs and slammed the door. And tripped right after.
What am I doing wrong that the entire universe wants to punish me like this!!!
The mess was still there, looking more messier than before. Something was missing.
Right! The Fesah-keh-annor I brought with me from Faltor in case of emergencies. It couldn't have been stolen, could it. It was adorned with jewels that would look appealing to a cat burglar, but they couldn't be that quiet. Unless...
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Unless, there are survivors from Faltor, or there are outer galactic creatures here on Earth for me. I didn't expect them to find me that easily. Since I have been very careful to hide my identity. I need to get out of here immediately without having casualties. Or maybe, I confront them and find out why they have tried so hard to capture me. Ask them why a girl who does nothing but annihilates planets and civilizations on them. Destroys hope. A good-for-nothing girl with no one to care about her. But I can't just sit here in self-pity. I need to first fix the room. Then find Fesah-keh-annor and not let it fall into the wrong hands. Then...
I would have to leave. Leave this world behind and hope that nothing happens to it.
"COME ON NERD! COOK THE DINNER SINCE IT'S ALL GUNK, ISN'T IT?" Yelled Caroline.
I mean, I wouldn't feel that bad if this specific house got destroyed. And they want me to cook?! If they only knew what they were in for.
I ran downstairs with a fake smile plastered on my face. "What would you like for dinner then?"
Baffled by my expression to the task, they all looked at each other, as if they had been talking silently with their eyes. But looking into their eyes, I knew that was far from what they were doing. That's what they think they are doing.
They all smiled. I smirked at knowing what was going to happen.
"STEAK- CHICKE- SOUP-!" All of them say different dishes, glaring at each other for the responses.
"Why would I cook? I thought I wasn't supposed to eat?
All the arguing stopped as I left, walking upstairs to clean my room.
Kristin: 1
Foster Family: 0
Word count: 788
A/N: Idk how authors write such great notes. Anyways, here a joke.
What's the best thing about Switzerland?
Idk, but the flag's a big plus.
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