Wishing on The Clouds

Chapter 1

Red or Pink? Red.
I unscrew the top of the bright Red nail polish container and start painting by big toe nail. I get a little nail polish on my skin.
Damn it.
I don't have any remover. I grab a tissue from my bedside table and try to smear the Red off my skin.
That didn't work.
I decided to wipe all of it off and start again.
That didn't work either.
The bright Red spreads all over my big toe and starts to harden. I grab my back pack from next to me and I fish through it to find my wallet. Once I got a hold of my wallet I grab a ten so that I can go across the street to the drug store and get some nail polish remover.
Ceanna comes running into my room out of breath.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I yell in frustration.
"Aubrey,I...I...found a note from Mama and Papa..."
"And?..." I question
"They won't be back for another day".
Ceanna gestures for me to come, still out of breath. I get up from my white fluffy carpet floor and fallow her through the hall and down the stairs.
She shows me into the kitchen.
From the corner of my right eye I see a note on our silver fridge.
Ceanna points to it.
I lift up the blue letter J magnet that held it to the fridge. I start to read the note.

Dear Bella, Aubrey, and Ceanna,
As you know we work a lot. We have flown to LA for a new job. It happened so suddenly that we didn't have time to say goodbye. We love you guys very much. We will only be gone for a week, at the most.
Love
Mama and Papa

A shiver goes down my spine.
I hate them so much.
They don't actually love me or care a about me. We mean absolutely nothing to them. They don't know what love is anyway.
THOSE LIARS
I look at the pictures attached to the fridge by letter magnets.
There's the one from Bella's sweet sixteen
She's wearing a strapless, lace, short hot pink dress. She was so beautiful with her dark brown, wavy hair and skin the color of milk. She is holding up a gold chain necklace with three hearts in the middle that my parents had given her.
I know What you are thinking, they seem pretty nice for giving her that.
WRONG.
My mom had the necklace but she thought it was ugly and didn't fit her so she gave it to my sister.
I move my gaze to the second photo of Ceanna at her fifth birthday. Ceanna is holding a plastic fork and looking at the chocolate fudge cake infront of her. Behind her are two balloons. A red and a yellow.
That day I remember being jealous of Ceanna's presents even though I was eleven. It was the thought of attention and love that propelled me towards my jealousy.
I look for a picture of me on the fridge. I can't find one. Not even a school photo.
Ceanna is still next to me, waiting for me to say something. She's still young and needs our parents to be there for her. I'm practically her mom because they are never here. I rap my arms around Ceanna. She rests her head on my boob but I don't say anything. I want her to feel safe with me. I love her so much.
"Can I sleep in your room Audrey?"
"Whatever makes you feel better" I say.
She is such a wimp.
I hold her hand and walk her up the stairs slowly. We go through the hall and into my room. I feel the rug going in between my toes. It feel so nice. It reminds me of our old apartment. My nursery had a brownish rug that I crawled all over, spit on, puked on, and grew on. Most of my early memories were made on that rug.
Ceanna crawled into my bed and pulled my pink covers up to her neck.
"Goodnight. I'm going to wait up for Bella. I'm not going to move you tonight into your room, I can just sleep on the bean bag" I tell Ceanna.
"Kk, I love ya"
"I love you too"
I turn out the lights and walk down stairs. I can hear the loud buzz of the fridge. I sit down on the couch and think about what mama and papa could be doing. My eyes start to get heavy.
I can't control it anymore more. I close my eyes.