Kalopsia

Nana

     I walked home after my long day at school. Man, I hate that place. The rules are so strict and the whole place is just one giant bore. The only fun thing about school was Maddie and Rose, especially Rose. Maddie says I have a crush on Rose, but that's not true. I just favor Rose more than Maddie, because she's much more fun.

     I get why though. If I had parents like Maddie's I would probably be a buzz kill too. Her parents would kill her already if they knew the things she got into with us. Maddie is sweet and shy. She doesn't talk very much or start anything with anyone. Maddie is reliable and trustworthy unlike Rose. In all honestly they're two complete different people. I'm not even sure how they were friends.

     If I wanted to have a good time, I would go to Rose, but if I needed to talk and rant about all the shit going on in my life, I would talk to Madison. Rose is wild; or maybe reckless is a better word. She didn't care what happened most of the time, and her parents knew how much trouble she got herself into. The only thing they didn't know about Rose was how she was dating a much older boy. Well, not too much older.

     It wasn't too many years, but enough for him to be far too old for Rose. Maddie and I could both agree the boy was nothing, but trouble. Rose wouldn't even introduce us to him, because she didn't want us involved with him or his friends. I'll never know what Rose sees in him. She could be with someone much better.

      It's not like I'm suggesting she be with myself though. I don't get why Madison and Rose both think I'm into her. I'm really not...at least, not that much anyways. She's just my friend after all. Anyways, that is beside the point. I was suppose to get a ride home from Rose's mom, but she lied and told her we were going to eat after school and would walk home, so she could go hang out with her douche of a boyfriend, leaving me to walk home all by myself. Oh, did I mention, Rose and I also live on the same street, which makes things easier in terms of hanging out. I sneak out and go to her house all the time.

     When I made it home I dropped my bag on the ground and kicked off my shoes, only to be scolded by my older sister, "Nana, don't just leave your things lying around. Pick up your school bag."

     I groaned out loud and picked up the tattered bag. My sister is always like this and the sad thing is I can't do a thing about it, because I live with her. My mother, well our mother, passed away about two years ago in a car accident. Just like Rose and Madison's folks, my mother was extremely religious. My father? Who knows where that asshole ran off to. He left before I was even born. Of course my mothers religious ways rubbed off on my sister growing up. Perhaps she wasn't nearly as bad as my mother, but she was still pretty freaking awful. She let me dye my hair at least and she lets me wear things she doesn't think is appropriate. I think she feels guilty, because I'm having to spend my teen years without my mom, so she lets me do what I please.

     Life is definitely the most lax for me. I sighed and slung my bag over my shoulder before heading to my bedroom, which was near the livingroom door. I tossed my bag onto the bed and loosened the tie of my school uniform, "Chelsea, what are you making for dinner?"

     "Who said I was cooking?" she asked, peering into my room from the doorway. I rolled my eyes a bit at her statement. She thought that was cool, didn't she?

     "You always cook and besides, I can smell whatever it is you have on the stove already," I said with a small huff. Chelsea just folded her arms over her chest.

     "I have to cook. Andrew will be mad if I don't," she says. Andrew was her husband and let me tell you, he is a dick. He's what you might think of when someone says wife beater. He loves alcohol, acts possessive, and looks a little creepy. My sister isn't ugly, nor a mean person, so I'm not really sure how that prick managed to persuade her to marry him. Maybe it's because he was the son of the minister at our church. 

     "Fuck Andrew," I say simply. Chelsea sighed heavily, looking at me with annoyed and somewhat disappointed eyes. 

     "Don't swear, Nana," she says to me.

     "Why? Andrew swears," I say in retaliation. I wasn't even mad she told me not to swear,  but I just wanted a reason to disobey and rebel against whatever she told me to do. 

     "That doesn't matter. Andrew is a grown man. You're still a child, and I'm the only motherly figure you have, so I have to teach you from right and wrong."

     "Right and wrong my ass. How about we just say you taught me and actually don't," I tell her, earning a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes. She just uncrossed her arms and turn back to go into the kitchen to finish her cooking before Andrew came home and got angry. As far as I'm aware Andrew never hit her, but my sister never showed her skin more than she had too, so that wasn't a fact. I do know he was mentally abusive though. Making her wear certain things, controlling where she went, and just taring her down constantly. It really pissed me off. 

     I laid back on my bed with a sigh. I was just ready for it to be time to finally go to Madison's house. I know Madison was so against our plan to summon a demon, but I was beyond excited. Rose seemed down for it too. I really didn't mind to do it if Rose wanted to. It couldn't be that bad right. It probably wouldn't work anyways. I laid there for a few moments, debating all the outcomes of the ritual. What would happen if we did succeed in summoning the demon? Would it kill us? I remember reading in our notes that they require a soul in return for their services. Madison kept a book full of spells and other magic we had preformed or planned to preform. I knew she definitely had it written down. 

     I heard the front door open and Andrew's incredibly obnoxious voice rung out, letting Chelsea know he was home. I got up and walked to my door, leaning against the frame, watching my sister greet her husband with a kiss. I rolled my eyes and sighed, only earning Andrews attention, "What's your problem Nadia?"

     "Just vomiting in my mouth at how obnoxious both of you are," she huffs, walking off to the kitchen to grab a water from the fridge, "Oh! Chelsea, I'm going to Madison's tomorrow for a sleepover."

     "Okay, that's fine Nadia," she replies. She only called me by my actual name when Andrew was home. 

     "Nana, not Nadia, thank you very much," I say. Andrew sighed.

     "Your name is not Nana. It's Nadia," Andrew says, brushing past me and going into the kitchen. I sigh and rub my face. I really wanted to kill that man sometimes. I groaned loudly and went back to my room. I only had to make it through the night and then I could escape to Maddie's house. Thank god.