𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓼

Father

I was walking to Mrs. Blogs house to pick up my little brother. He was playing over with her children, Keith and Kiera. I walk up the porch and knock on the faded light blue front door. Rat-tat-tat. Mrs. Blogs opened the door.

She was quite an ugly woman. Her pale skin was saggy and wrinkly, bunching up at her neck, creating triple chins. Her hair was a mess and knotted in a messy braid that hardly fell to her shoulders, and her eyes were always tinted red. My mom says she does drugs, but I haven't noticed any.

"What, who's there?" She somehow managed to speak through her rotten dentures.

I look up to her. "Vivienne, Mrs. Blog. I'm here to pick up Elio." Mrs. Blogs smacks her lips looking at the snow on her porch stairs, before moving aside for me to enter the home.

Despite my mom saying this is a drug house, the house was quite nice. From what I could see, the living room was minimalistic with only a coffee table, two couches, a TV, an overlarge plant by the window, and a family portrait on the wall.

"Hey, air breathers!" Mrs. Blog yelled without looking away from me. "Vivienne is here to pick up Ellen-"

I look at her weird. "Elio."

"-Elio to go home!" Not a second later, I hear footsteps running down stairs somewhere and three kids appear before me.

Elio was standing in the middle of the two siblings, his winter wear already on. Keith was on his left, holding a toy figurine, while Kiera was on his right biting her nails.

"C'mon, Lio." I reach my hand and he instinctively grabs onto it. "Say goodbye to your friends, don't be rude now."

Elio turned back around towards the kids. "Bye, Keith! Bye, Kiera! See you soon!" He eagerly led me out of the house before I got a chance to say goodbye

We began walking down the street and turned onto the main road. "What you thinking, little man?" I glance down at Elio and saw he had a confused face.

"If Mrs. and Mr. Blog are white, why are Keith and Kiera black?" Okay, I was not expecting that.

Before I had a chance to say anything, a red car did a u-turn and almost ran into us. "Hey!" I yelled at it before seeing it skirt off and after a group of boys who ran. "Weirdos." I rolled my eyes.

"And," Elio continued. "I'm six. I'm practically a grown man now! Stop calling me a little man."

I smirk before crossing the street with him. "When you get older than me, I'll stop calling you little man. Deal?"

"Wait, no fair." Elio caught on. "You're always going to be older!" He continued to pout about that all the way home, which was a long way mind you.

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"Ma, we're home!" I shout as I undress from my winter clothing. I help Elio with his coat and jacket before his snow boots. "Ma? You home?" I shouted again as Elio ran off to the kitchen. I take my own boots off before coming into the house.

I could smell something cooking in the oven, so I figured my mom was home and I went up stairs to my room. I open the door and my cat, Muffins, instinctively ran inside and onto her cat tree.

My room was the master ensuite, so I got my own bathroom. So that means, thankfully, I don't have to share with Elio.

My mom gave me the master's ad we moved into the house last month due to 'overwhelming space', so she just gave it to me.

The room was kept pretty clean, aside from the overflowing homework mess on my desk.

My room consists of a queen sized bed in the center of the room, a white comforter with little flowers on it, two white bedside tables with a salt lamp, an alarm clock and a candle on one side, two books and another candle on the other.