The Prime Of The Outcasts

Part 2

It felt like a hundred dark ominous eyes were watching me. Anticipating for something really stupid to happen. Clara and Freya said that I'm the stupidest thing that ever happened to our family, so they were probably waiting for me to play "Class Clown" or something. But I didn't do anything stupid, I didn't care to do anything actually. It wasn't until I expressed a tender smile across the room that my mom finally stopped blubbering into her hanky and spat out some actual words. But it wasn't until I heard her stern remark that I wished I was back outside with Martha again.

'Serena?' She whimpered. (Why do I feel like this is word of the day?) 'Why have you been outside all by yourself without telling me? Freya told me you were upstairs. Never thought I'd strike you for being a foolish girl, wandering around Tarmonty like it's nobodies business!' I felt rather embarrassed at that sentence. Did she really need to make a vast point of me being a 'foolish girl' in front of what felt like the entire populace? To take the attention away from me I turned to face Freya, (my blonde haired and rosy cheeked sister), who began to crouch sheepishly out of sight at a corner beside the broken back door. Like always though, nobody wanted to focus on anyone else asides from me. I decided to peer out of the back window in hope of receiving another sultry greeting from the sun, but all I saw was several mysterious clouds knit closely together. They weren't the usual white and fluffy balls of happiness that little kids like to watch soar across the sky aimlessly. They looked as if they had been drenched in a big bucket of tar or oil. However you perceived them, they were dark and they were inky. I could sense a formidable thunderstorm coming on. I was praying that this didn't mean anything. No, stop it! (I screamed in my head ferociously). Enough with the paranoia.

'Who's the girl?' I overheard one of the townspeople whisper to another. 'She surely can't be Mr Pavock the milkman's youngest daughter. I thought he would've raised his kids in a social way, she looks downright mute to me. And what's up with her clothes? I didn't think she would be apt for work.' I felt a great deal of anger fester inside me like a swarm of bee's. No Serena! (I would mutter to myself). Keep your emotions under control!

'I'm not mute...' I said louder than I wanted to. Don't talk about me in such a way when you don't know anything about me.' More whispers grew until they didn't even sound like whispers anymore. What was coming over me? What did it mean to me if some lousy dirtbag called me a name? Maybe I needed more than just glasses from the doctor, maybe I needed a serious checkup to make sure I hadn't lost my sanity. I looked at mom with raised brows.

'Is this your daughter?' I heard the nearest policeman to my side ask her. She nodded with a frown as if it were a bad thing.

'Yes, this is my youngest Serena,' she said. I usually freaked when my mom used that term. I turned fifteen almost seven whole months ago. Why can't I be referred to as being "the newest" or "the family member with the least amount of wrinkles"?

Another policeman, (the smallest and oldest of the lot) put a large onyx boot forward and chirped; 'Serena Pavock, am I right?' In my direction. I nodded with confusion as he began to scribble down words and phrases on a corner of an old notepad. He then turned to my mom. 'Everything is now in order Mrs Pavock. If you legally sign here on this line of scroll, then it will be made final that your daughter, Ms Serena Evelyn-Grace Pavock is prohibited from leaving these very premises unaccompanied for as long as this optional law acquired by the Tarmonty Goverment and Protectors Council of the estate resumes.' My mom shot the police officer a piercing glare as if he was wasn't meant to read the Optional State Law aloud. She then looked at me with gloom. I wasn't having any of it. Did I here the that man correctly? I'm forbidden from leaving my own house alone! I returned a sharp stare of enragement. I watched as some people surveilling this situation made for the door handle concealed behind me.