King

One

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                "And that's why we're not allowed in the movie theatre anymore." My mother said. It was crickets in the room as my father and eye looked at her with raised eyebrows." What? It's just a theory. Don't take my word for it." She said, taking a bite of her dry, tasteless chicken . My father smiled at her adoringly.

"Whatever you say Rose." He chuckled, grabbing her hand in his.

"David really! I was talking with Natalie yesterday and she told me all types of stories of why they took away some of our privileges." She mumbled. My father shook his head.

"I may need to speak with Natalie about these stories she tells you." My father says frowning. My mother rolls her eyes and I giggle, finally capturing their attention.

Their eyes are wide as my smile fades away a little. Since the wolves and other supernatural took over I had become quieter. It was rare that I ever smiled or laughed. We all changed in some way. Mother became allot more silly and naïve. Father became more serious. He smiled more than I did, but I think it was just to assure my mother that things were okay. Considering he worked the closest with them.

Father smiled and so did mother. "How was your day Mira." Father asked, he took a sip of his water. "How were the fields." He clarified.

"It was fine." I answered with my usual reply. They looked at me disappointingly. "They um.... gave us ten minutes of free time today." I added, looking at them.

"That's good sweety." She said, a grin on her face.

"D-D-Did the baby kick today?" I asked her, this obviously surprised them again. I usually avoided asking or talking about my Mothers pregnancy. It and me uncomfortable to do so most times.

"Actually yes it did." She said and smiled." Earlier today when you greeted me. And just now." She said, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

I wasn't sure if what she had said was true. But I got a warm feeling inside that made me smile. She grabs my and gives my father a nod. I frown, it was the secret language they used when they were telling my mother was having a baby." Give me your plate." He demanded. I push my plate toward him and he gets up. He reaches for mother's plate and goes into the kitchen." What's going on I ask." I listen as the fridge creaks open.

"We have a surprise." She said excitedly. I frown again as I hear my father let the dishes crash in the sink. I hear plastic crinkling and my frown deepens. My mother's brown face was bright as day with a smile.

I hear my father's heavy footsteps before he gets in the room. He holds something behind his back. He smiled and motioned for my mother to come over and cover my eyes. I sat stiff as she giggled. Quietly I heard them begin to count down from three. When my mother removed her hands quickly and shouted surprise. I gasped at the large cake that was sitting in front of me.

It had been so long since I had had something sweet. Just looking at it mad my mouth water at just the thought of one bite." What's the occasion?" I asked. My birthday wasn't for another two months and my parent's birthdays were three months ago. They shrugged. "My boss gave me a reward for all my hard work and instead of being selfish your mother and I decide to share something for the entire family We just thought it would be a nice treat to enjoy." My father said. I couldn't hold back the huge smile that pushed its way to appear on my face. They chuckled and they cut the cake. They gave me a piece with a fork.

I ate the cake savoring every single bite I took. My eyes drifted around our small home and I sighed. We lived in a small apartment complex close to the field. The rough was high but the ceiling was broken up. Everything in the house was neutral color. Except for the walls. Which were just random colors of paint? I missed our old home, but I can't complain. At least they've allowed us to have a home. Most people aren't even aloud that.

I think of all thing I used to have and I feel that t wrong feeling inside me again. The one that I get whenever I begin to feel envious of, my unborn sibling. Most times I couldn't help it. MOs t times I thought logically and made sense of my problem. Thicken that that is the problem. My sibling would never know what it's like to have friends or go to the park. Or have sweet thing like cake. Or have things like toys. Being disobedient and watching t.v when mom and dad say no. Sometimes I feel bad for them. Other times I feel otherwise. Feeling that they are lucky or never have to experience such things all of a sudden ripped from them. Other times I want to be them. To get my innocence back for just a little while.

"I'm going to bed." I proclaim to my parents as soon as I finish my cake. They look at me and smile.

"Sleep well hunny." My mother calls as trudge to the room I will soon share with my sibling

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