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After my IVs were out of my arms and I was fully dressed and ready to go, I hurried to sign out. Let's just say, hospital food is absolutely disgusting! I think their trying to poison their clients for some reason. Maybe to control human population? Oh well but I was super excited to get out of this hell hole that reminds me of death. I know I'm not the only person out there who is totally and utterly freaked out by hospitals. Of course Skylar was driving me home. Not that I'm afraid of driving, sure, I may have been hit by a car and broke a rib with a minor concussion, also staying in a deep sleep for 2 weeks, which meant I missed the first week of school, but coming back to the point. I may have been hit by a car and gotten injured but that doesn't mean I'm all of a sudden afraid of cars.
I'm not like most girls who when something bad happens, they blame the object instead of a person. Nope, I'm not afraid of cars, but that doesn't mean I own one. My baby is amazing! She's a black, white, and blue ninja bullet bike. I'm one of those people who name their transportation. And my baby's name is 'JazzTazz'. Sure, my baby's name might be weird, but it came to me once I first saw her. If
someone dared messed with JazzTazz, they better be ready for world war 3, no one messed with JazzTazz. Even Amilia's brothers knew that.
Once I got home, I'm jumped on by all my brothers except Sylar. "How's our little sister doing?" Ask Demarcus while laughing cause I fell. "Well if I could stop hitting my head on the ground, that'd be great." I sass back while rubbing my head. Someone helps me stand up and next thing I know, I got powder sugar running down my hair and face. Someone dumped powered sugar on me! I open my eyes to see Joey holding a bag that said powder sugar on the front of it. I screamed a battle cry and started to charge Joey. He looked shocked but soon he started running as I chased him. "Run Joey, Run! She's catching up on you!" Yelled Tyler, as Joey started to turn his head, I knew that was my chance. I leaped into the air at him, and soon I felt Joey hit the ground, groaning in pain. I got up and smacked Joey on the back of his head.
I walked inside the house to the scent of waffles! Oh my god, waffles are life. I run into our kitchen and sit at the island in middle of our kitchen. Seeing Skylar making waffles made me smile. He always cared for me and made things that I actually like to eat. It was fun to torture my brothers by having all those green vegetables. My brothers aren't a fan of greens. "Hey, snap out of it Mili. You've been starring at the spot where I was cooking for 10 minutes. I put some on a plate in front of you." Skylar says with a smirk.
I hurry and finish off my waffles, practically inhaling them. "Sky? Would it be okay if I changed my name?" I ask Skylar, seeing him drop the pan that had bacon on it. He turned around and looked at me surprised. "What? Why?" He asked me. "I kind of told someone my name was Zephyr cause I didn't want anyone to know it was me. And I kind of told him I was going to the same school he's at." I say with a guilty face. Skylar just shakes his head, "Fine but we need to go now if we want to get there on time. Zephyr." He says while grabbing his keys. I ran upstairs to grab my birth certificate then ran back down stairs, almost missing a step. I ran out the door and jumped into Skylar's car.
After those 2 hours that it took us to finally change my name, I was now Zephyr. That's what my dad wanted to name me but my mom disagreed and she named me Amilia. We got home and went inside. "Hey Amilia, where did you go?" Tyler asked me with a confused face, "let's just say, I'm not Amilia anymore. I'm Zephyr," I say soon after, getting confused looks from all my brothers except Skylar. "I got my name changed." I say with a smile.
After a long night of explaining to my brothers, I was exhausted. I hurried and ran up the stairs to my room before any other questions could be asked. I got into my very short shorts and a tank top so I could sleep. Sleep took over not long after, leaving the darkness around me to have its way with me. That night popped into my mind, leaving me to act it out again for the millionth time. My dad is in the drivers seat, drunk. "I thought you were going to get a ride from mom." He slurred looking at me, he stops the car in middle of the road, and I see headlights from a semi heading straight towards us. The sound of honking brings me out of my shock. I try to open the door but my dad locks the doors. "We can't go back Zimlia." He says while looking at my crying face. Then the dark took over.