One small thing. (RIDE THE CYCLONE)

One small thing- the house. (4)

Mischa's perspective, finally lol.)

Well, I guess I don't really know what to think. I didn't think that would happen, it wasn't meant to. I'm not meant to show that type of emotion, it's weak. I won't make it in the real world if I keep doing shit like that, it's petty. I was just frustrated, it was a build up, I didn't expect to break down like that. I'm dreading going home, but I have to suck it up. It's not like they're waiting on me at home anyways, so I may as-well go get some credit with the money Constance gave me. I still don't understand why she's so nice all the time, especially why she's so nice to me after all I've ever did is be a dick towards her.

I get off at the mall, and head to the shops to get a surprise and some credit some credit. I walk into a craft shop, I pick up some purple ribbon and a card. Next I head to tech shop, the guy tries to create small talk, but I just nod in reply. The moment it's restored on my phone, I immediately get 20+ misread takes from Talia. She makes life better, I spent the entire time waiting on the bus texting her, as-well as the whole bus ride back to my house. I dread going into that building. I call it my house, not my home. A home is a safe space, a comfort, a sanctuary, this isn't a home. I get off the bus, too busy texting Talia to remember to thank the bus driver, so I just nod. I look up, and see it. The walk to my house is just up the road slightly, it's a fancy, pristine neighbourhood. On my way, I pick out some purple and white flowers from my neighbours gardens.

I take a deep breath before walking up the mossy, dirty, pathway to the door and open it. I continue texting Talia, ignoring the fact nobody welcomed me yet. "I'm home!" I shout, but it's like yelling into a black hole. Nobody responds. "Hello? I'm home now!" Radio silence. I swear to god. "I SAID I'M FUCKING HOME?! HELLO!?" Finally, I get a response, the woman I do not DARE to call my new mother weeping, and the man who thinks he's my new father shouting, with this patronising tone, like he's talking to a baby. "LANGUAGE, MISCHA. YOUVE MADE YOUR MOTHER CRY! JUST GO TO YOUR BASEMENT, I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE." Great, the basement. I continue looking down at my phone before storming off. "SHES NOT MY MOTHER!" I walk through the hall, there's no pictures, no memories, so sign of me, no sign of us.
I pass an empty room, a baby blue room, with a crib and a box of toys. I know that's my room, or, what was meant to be my room. But they keep me..here, in the basement .

I open the door to the basement and walk in, flicking on the dull light switch before slamming the door as hard as I can and storming down the stairs. This isn't even classed as a room. The walls are old, brown cellar walls and my floor is old and creaky. There's a two posters, one of my favourite rapper and the other of saw IIV. My bed sits in the middle of this huge, yet so empty room. I have blue bedcovers, white pillows and a white blanket, that serves as a duvet cause mines is fit for a child. I have a desk, but it's only really got my laptop and school book on it with pens scattered about. My bedside cabinet has a picture of me and my mother, before I was stripped away from her and moved to this horrible country. It also contains so,e generic stuff, like spare change, headphones, a bunch of kitchen roll used to wipe away the leak that comes from my roof, and an empty beer bottle. Above my bed is a Ukrainian flag, I know I'll return there one day, and marry my beautiful Talia.

Talia tells me she needs to go, I'm sad, but try stay hopeful for when she's back. I can't wait to text her again. To fill the time, I decide to work on my surprise, I move towards my desk and sit at it, in the chair, that was meant to be mine for the family dinner table, but got moved down here. I start with the card, it's a thank you to Constance. It's cringe, and going to be embarrassing as fuck to give to her, but I feel obliged. It's frustrating, I still can't spell all that well, so the cards covered in scribbles before I settle on a simple "To con, thank you. Mischa." Accompanied by a small smiley face in the top left hand corner. I seal her envelope before hearing a lock turn above me, it's my parents, locking me in down here. Whatever. I begin her makeshift flower bouquet, I group all my flowers together and use the purple ribbon I bought to do a terrible job at securing them together. More time passes, and I hear a noise, it's the small hatch in my door opening..

My "mother" slips in a tray, on the tray is a slice of pepperoni pizza, a waffle, a cup of orange juice and a singular sweet. Great. Just great. I stomach down as much as I can, before chapping my door. "Hey, uh, can I get out? Please? Sorry for today, I need to shower before school tomorrow." There's no response for a few seconds, I can hear them deciding what to do before ultimately letting me out, by unlocking the door and walking away. I head to the kitchen first, to put my tray away and shove my pockets full of food. Proper food, not food fit for toddlers. I then head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror for a few seconds, before locking the door. I fix my hair, and look down at the sink, there is all our toothbrushes, theirs are paired together in a cringe "husband" and "wife" containers, next to them is an empty one that says "our son", then across from it is my toothbrush, my fucking toddler toothbrush, sat alone, in a plain blue cup.

I run the shower and get in, it's one of the few things things in this house we share, and one of the few things that belong to me thst aren't not fit for a toddler. I shower, for about 20 minutes. Thinking about life, mainly Talia, but life. And Constance, why would someone do that for me? Why is she so nice? Why did I do that? Why did they just accept me no questions asked? I don't get it!

After I shower, I get dried off and changed into whatever clothes I could grab before brushing my teeth. I'm not entirely sure how I got this outfit, it's the pyjama bottoms I got off Constance and a random hoodie, I don't own a lot of clothes. Secretly, I'm greatful for the choir uniform, despite the fact it's suffocating, itchy, uncomfortable..It just means I don't need to stress out about clothes. Which, since moving to Canada with these people, all of mine have been fit for a small child. Not a teenager, nearly an adult. So I've got my own clothes I've brought, which I've pretty much outgrown, and just whatever else I've been given.

I unlock the door, dump my old clothes in the laundry basket, and walk into the kitchen. There, in the kitchen, are my "new family" on the fridge, there's bills, shopping lists, and work related notes. Not a single drawing, photo, or sign of me. They ignore me when I walk in, not even glancing at me when I walk through the door. It's infuriating, I'd rather they yell at me or patronise me than act like I don't even exist. I try to stay calm, I know yelling won't do anything, but it's as if it's the only thing that gets them to notice me. "Hey, sorry for earlier again." Yup, just like I thought, no response. "боже мій...I said I'm sorry, okay?!" My "father" glares at me and just sighs. I stuff my pockets with food, REAL food, and angrily storm downstairs.

I get to bed and text Talia, practically all night. Before I know it, it's 5:30 am, shit. I head off to bed, even though there's not really a point. (Time skip because idk how to write people sleeping again) Eventually, I roll over to my alarm clock. God, I hate that thing. I check the time..shit, it's 8:07, my bus for school leaves at 7:50. I guess I'll be late, I'm used to it anyway.