I winced, that was going to leave a bruise, another bruise on otherwise flawless skin. I fell to the ground. When my current foster parent pulled my back up, I caught my wide blue eyes in the reflecting metal of the stove top and sighed as he pulled back to hit me again, this was going to be a long night.
Ring, Ring! I quickly shut the alarm off on my phone and silently eased out of bed. Limping to the bathroom confirmed that her ankle was indeed sprained and the soreness every where else confirmed the newest of bruises.
When I got to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat cover and accessed my injuries. Gently prodding my ankle I saw some swelling but it was minor enough to be handled with just an ace bandage. Glancing in the mirror I confirmed that I had two more bruises on my face that while my naturally tan skin made less noticeable weren't completely covered up. After bandaging up my ankle and applying make I hobbled back up to my room to get dressed. I carefully pulled on dark blue skinny skinny jeans, bright pink long sleeved shirt underneath a black tee with a silver cross and blue and white curlicues on it. After finding flats that wouldn't interfere with the ace bandage, I went to get Emily ready for daycare.
Emily is my foster sister. She is only four and would have a great chance of getting adopted except, she is mute. Emily is very well versed in sign language and so was I so we stay together.
“Come on, wake up,†I whispered.
'Can we have toast for breakfast' Emily signed after waking up.
“As soon as you get dressed,†I replied. I got Emily her toast and dropped her off at daycare. Daycare was expensive but within walking distance of my bus stop. At the bus stop I pulled a pair of fingerless gloves out of my backpack and onto my hands. I forgot to put some on before dropping off Em but nobody at the daycare noticed the scar like tattoo on the back of my right hand. The cloud like image really wasn't visible unless it was glowing, then you could see the cloud outline, t he lighting bolt, and every rain drop in its full silver glory. Unfortunately there was no predicting when it would light up so gloves fingerless or not were a must every day.
The bus rolled around the conner yellow and muddy, the engine wining. It shuddered to a stop, the glass doors creaking open. I stomped on and walked quickly to the last seat. Siting on the nasty maroon colored seat and sliding to the window I looked out of the grimy glass. This was going to be a long school day.
