"Skylar get up!" My new foster mom - Mrs. Creeving - yells. I sit up, careful not to hit my head on the attic ceiling. I look around my new room. Boxes line the wall. The only thing that is mine, is the bag of clothes by my feet. I've got a iphone with headphones, but that's about it. The only contact on my iphone is the foster center. I get sent back there every year. Last year I was sent back on what I thought my birthday was. Best ever. Not kidding there. "Skylar, I will come up there and drag you down the stairs if you don't hurry up!" As Mrs. Creeving yells this again, I pull on one of the few outfits that I have. A black top with a grey zip up. Leaving the zipper open, I pull on my jeans, the only pair that fits me. I quickly open up the door and run down the stairs. Trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Well look who decided to grace us with her presence." Mr. Creevings eyes barely leave the newspaper he holds. Turning the page slowly, his eyes flash up to mine. "Well what are you waiting for? Bring me my coffee!" He looks taken aback that he has to tell me this. I scurry over to get the coffee, burning my hand in the process. You could've gotten it yourself you big oaf! I think this to myself, knowing not to speak without being spoken to. To not step out of line. I pour his coffee into the cup that is sitting next to his plate.
"Skylar make some pancakes for breakfast today!" Mrs. Creevings screeches this from across the room. Her high pitch voice only making it much worse. Waking up pretty much everybody else in the house. They have five kids of their own. They are filthy rich. This house has ten bedrooms, not including the attic. As Mrs. Creevings said when I first arrived and I quote, "This is just the storage room, don't touch anything other than the bedside table, light, bed, and floor. Don't touch the walls. You're here for a reason and you'll learn your place in this house. Which is at the bottom. Do whatever anybody asks you without being asked a second time." She went on with those rules for awhile. I flip the pancake that is on the stove top. Careful not to burn it. I bring the pile of pancakes over to the table.
"Good, you didn't burn the pancakes this time." I hear running footsteps come down the stairs.
"Pancakes!" The pair of twins yell. They are the youngest and the nicest. At age five they don't care if I'm not related by blood, only that I make them breakfast and play with them. "Morning Sky!" They only talk in unison. It gets confusing. You don't know which one is Emma or Sarah. Everything about them is the same.
"Goodmorning girls, what kind of pancakes do you want this morning? Blueberry, chocolate chips, or plain." I made them a surprise breakfast this morning. They start saying blueberry, but I cut them off. "Did I forget to tell you that I made you M and M pancakes!" Their faces light up with that thought. I can feel Mrs. Creeving glare at my back as I hand them the surprise pancakes.
"Thanks Sky!" With their five year old lisp, it sounds more like Sy. They dig into the colourful pancakes.
"Skylar, get over here!" Looks like I'm going without breakfast today. I walk over to Mrs. Creeving, my eyes are on the floor. "Why did you make another kind of pancakes that I didn't approve of?" I was about to answer, when she continued. "You know what, don't answer that. Go up to the attic and stay there until you are needed." She huffs and heads over to the table. I walk up the stairs. Meeting the other three kids on the stairs.
"What did you do this time?" A sneer crosses Baileys face as she says this. As the oldest, she gets to treat me like crap more than anybody else. Max comes next, he just pushes me on the way down the stairs. Taylor looks up at me and tries to be mean, but at age ten, she still doesn't really care as much as Bailey and Max do. I hurry up the rest of the stairs, making my way into the room. I close the door behind me, making sure it doesn't slam shut. I walk just a few steps, then crash on the bed. I close my eyes. Thinking about my family. Even if they didn't want me, I still believe that we could've been a really nice family. We would go out to the movies and dinner. Laugh around the dining room table and eat home cooked food. I fall asleep to this, not meaning to.
***
"SKYLAR BROWN!!!" I startle awake. I quickly take out my phone to check the time. Five-thirty in the afternoon. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My stomach grumbles loudly, reminding me that I haven't had anything to eat all day, and most likely won't get anything to eat. I quickly run out the door and down the stairs. Dismissing the fact that my vision went out for a moment. I slow my pace as I enter the kitchen, lowering my head so that my hair covers my face. "Make dinner for seven. You can have the scraps that come off everybody's plates." I can hear Bailey and Max snigger at this. Knowing that nothing will be left on at least four plates. "Make paninis for dinner." I go around and get everybody's sandwich order. Pulling out all of the ingredients for dinner, I get to work.
The twins run up to me. Showing me the crafts that they made today. "Do you like them?" They both as this together as usual.
"Yes, they are very beautiful." I catch Mrs. Creeving eye and quickly get back to work. I set the sandwiches on the table. Moving to the back corner of the dining room, I stand and wait for my next order. Mr. Creeving starts the conversation by talking about his boring work. How he completed a case on a stolen car and got a bunch a money for a case that wasn't even a case. Bailey asks more questions about it, wanting to follow his footsteps even though he doesn't realize it. I really do feel sorry for her.
"What about you, darling, how was your day?" Mr. Creeving asks his wife.
"I sent Skylar upstairs with no breakfast or lunch or any food." She gives me a glare. "When I do call her down, I had to scream her name from the bottom of the staircase. Five times I might add." Mr. Creeving looks over to me. The expression on his face tells me that I'm going to get punished for this. Big time. The rest of the dinner is spent with no talking.
***
I walk slowly up the stairs. Trying not to cause any more pain than there is. I try to keep my back straight. Finally making my way up the stairs I head into the room. I walk over to where the mirror hangs on the wall. Bruises now cover my face. I make myself not cry. I take off my shirt and turn around. I look over my shoulder and into the mirror. Red lines cover my entire back. I wince just looking at it. No blood this time so thats at least good. I pull my shirt back over my head. Flinching as my shoulders come over my head. I walk the two steps to my bed. Lying down I take out my phone. One new email.
Dear Skylar Anna Brown,
We are happy to announce that you are accepted into Silverleaf Academy. Silverleaf is for gifted people and you are one of those gifted. You can get your supplies by yourself or you can email us back, telling us the date and time you would like to go and get your stuff. The list is attached at the end of this email. You will start on September second. Please respond as soon as you can.
-Headmaster Anderson
Supply list:
50 pens/pencils
5 notebooks
2 black jackets
3 white shirts
3 black jeans
2 pairs of black boots
Tall black socks
The rest of the list will be brought to you by your guide.
I let out my breathe. No decision time needed. I quickly type back my answer.
I would love to come, thank you. I would also like a guide. I can go on August fourth around noon. Can you make sure that the guide waits outside my foster parents house?
Thank you again,
-Skylar Anna Brown
I shut my phone off. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep.
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Oblivious!
FantasyFrom being bounced around from foster home to orphanage, the only thing she knows for certain is that she is unwanted. She is as different as a bee is to an eagle. Is that why she is so unwanted? Because she is different? But one lucky August she fi...