Oblivious!

The Adams house

I look down at my shoes as we walk towards the house. My bright red hair falls down around me. Hiding my face from anybody who tries to look. Mrs. Madden knock on the door. Some yelling comes from the house. I look up a bit to see a woman open the door.

"Oh yes come in, come in." She walks back into the house. I follow Mrs. Madden through the door. I keep my eyes on the back of Mrs. Madden. "Sorry about the mess. With eight kids, it's hard to keep the house nice and clean."

"It's fine." We stop in a room with couches and chairs placed around the room. Bean bags cover the floor.

"Go ahead and take a seat. You must be Skylar Brown!" I just nod my head as I take a seat at Mrs. Madden's feet. "Kids, come downstairs please!" Mrs. Adams yells this, but her voice is not like Mrs. Creevings. It's more calm and soothing. A bunch of feet start pounding down the stairs at her voice. Soon eight people line up in the room. Well not so much as a straight line then a bunch of people in the room. "All of my kids come back to the house for summer." I look at them through my hair.

"Guys, can you please line up in age order?" There was a mummers of oks and yesses. I mumble under my breathe my guesses of who's who. They all look at me in amazement. I shrink back into the couch. They didn't even line up and I'm guessing I got it right. I duck my head so that they can't see my face. "Skylar dear, how did you know who's who?"

"Mrs. Madden told me the names and ages and I kind of just guessed." I didn't look up as I spoke.

"Kids, this is Skylar Brown, she is like us and will be staying with us until Silverleaf starts up again. Treat her nicely, she has had a ruff life."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I don't need any sympathy about my life. I'm fine, treat me however you like," that time I did look up and make contact with every person in the room as I said it.

"Still treat her nicely. Surprisingly we do have a guest room, even though it's a bit small. You can borrow the twins clothes, you look their size. They can show you to your room.

I stand up from my spot. "Bye Mrs. Madden."

"Goodbye Skylar, we'll see each other soon." I nod to that statement and grab my bags as I follow the twins upstairs. We head all the way down the hallway after the first set of stairs. They open a door and look around. I gasp.

"H-h-h-how is this considered small?" I ask in disbelief. The walls are a gray blue with a full size bed in the middle of the room. A chair sits in the corner of the room next to the window seat. There is a white dresser with six drawers and a mirror and desk on top. A table sits beside the bed with a lamp and a digital clock on it. I walk slowly in the room. My feet don't make any noise as I walk into the room. Setting down my stuff I see that there is one other door in the room. "What's this for?"

"That leads to the bathroom." Anna and Ella say this at the same time. Do all twins speak together?

"We are so happy that there's another girl in the house that's our age!" Anna says this.

"Don't get me wrong, we love our brothers, but it gets annoying and so do they." Ella is the one to say this.

I turn to look at them, "I think we're going to become really good friends." I say this and their faces light up like a christmas tree.

"See you later!" They both say it together.

"Bye." I don't think they heard. Friends. I hope I get it right. I spin around in my own room! Walking over to the edge of the bed, I quickly jump on it. Using my arms as pillows, I fall asleep.

Dream

I was back at my first foster parents house. I had just tried to run away at the age of six. Bruises cover my arms, legs and my face. Scars cover my back. But the punishment hasn't even started yet. Mr. collon had my wrist in a death grip. The bone was broken by then. He dragged me down the steps of the stairs. I was screaming in pain but not tears ran down my face. He was a cop. He handcuffed me to the post in the basement for three weeks. I only got two meals a day. Oatmeal. I screamed and screamed. But the tears would never fall. I cried for help, for somebody. Each day I would here laughter at my pain upstairs. They made sure I heard them talking about me. All the bad things they said. I was a worthless excuse to live and stuff like that. Every time a bruise faded, he would make sure a new one replaced it. I just screamed until I had no more voice. I couldn't talk for three weeks after that.