"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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Two and a half years ago
KATALEYA USED HER silver spoon to slowly stir the untouched cereal in the bowl of milk sitting in front of her. She wasn't hungry at all, and she was ready to go.
The morning sun filtered through the very large kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the long breakfast table.
"Kataleya why are you playing over your breakfast?" Marcus questioned taking a bite of the toast from the big breakfast this chefs had prepared for the family.
Kataleya had opted out, choosing to eat a bowl of cereal instead of the food. She glanced up at him, and quickly looked back down at her bowl.
She used the large soup spoon to collect some milk, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch on it, before stuffing it in her mouth. She felt disgusted , she was so hungry that she had lost her appetite and it made her stomach hurt.
She kept her eyes fixated on her bowl, as the chef came sat a plate of waffles in front of Miranda, and a cup of orange juice next to Kataleyas bowl. "Thank you." She muttered softly.
Marcus took a sip of his coffee and tried to figure another way for her to engage. He thought asking the question would get her to speak, but all she did was do what he had a complaint about to shush him. "How has school been going." He cleared his throat.
Kataleyas Spoon clinked against her bowl, feeling her mouth salivate as if she were about to eject the food she had just swallowed. "Good." She spoke truthfully.
Contrary to her behavior, she was very smart. She didn't struggle in school no matter how many curve balls were thrown, she always made the best of them. Miranda's smile faltered a bit.
"Do you think maybe you would want us to come to career day?" Miranda questioned her daughter, receiving a scoff in return.
"What career do you have." She replied slickly, causing both Marcus and Miranda to widen their eyes at her slick shot, but remained quiet a little longer
