Reliving a Lost Past

1. Kolbey Rezlin

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The lights were flicked on, interrupting my dreaming, and I sat up groaning along with the other tired girls. Our foster mom said cheerfully, “Alright now, everybody up! Time to start a great day.”

            No day was a great day for me; I was one of the fourteen girls in the foster home who could not have wanted to get out of there more than anything. It feels like a prison you can’t get out of even with good behavior until you are an adult, and for me, that would feel like a lifetime. Time seemed to pass a thousand times slower than it should when I have to be stuck in a house all day living through drama and feeling alone. There was so much I wished to do in life, but by the time I leave, it will seem too late.

            I sat up in my bed and rubbed the feeling back into my arms; the house feels like and icebox every night, but I don’t mind. I actually enjoy the cold a lot. Most of the other girls think it is the worst ever and wish to live in places like Florida, but I just can’t stand the intense heat like they can.

            I walked down the hallway trying my best to ignore the other girls because they can all be real grouches in the morning. There are really only three girls I can stand enough not to purposely injure, but that’s because the one doesn’t talk much, and the other two are more tomboyish, like me. The rest are a bunch of stuck up snobs that think they are better than me even though I remind them where they are almost everyday: at the very bottom along with me.

            I got down to the kitchen in time to take a seat and start eating my cereal. Soon after, the rest of the girls came down talking and giggling a whole lot louder than they needed to. Jackie sat down next to me; she was one of the tomboyish ones that was interesting company.

            She cleared her throat, “Morning girl.” I smiled back and nodded. I guess my smile wasn’t that convincing because she raised her eyebrow suspiciously and asked, “What’s wrong with you today?” I tried stalling by eating a double spoonful of cinnamon toast crunch, but Jackie is not as dumb as I sometimes take her for. “You know what’s wrong. The same thing that’s been wrong since the day we met Jackie Lynn and there is no way to change that.”

            I sometimes wish I was able to control what I say better because it gets tiring blowing off steam by yelling at innocents. I shrugged and apologized. “That’s fine. But you need to get over this whole deal. I promise you will be free soon. It’s not that bad hun.” I glared at her because she was perfectly fine saying that considering she turns eighteen in three months; then she can leave. One and a half years is just too long for me. I sighed and went back to eating and tried to ignore her the rest of the time because I didn’t feel like talking much.

            The same daily chores had to be done and I tried to finish first so I can lock myself in my room and sleep. I hate having to clean up after people who make the mess; what is the point if they are too stupid to learn not to make that mess again? I thought about this as I scrubbed away at the dishes some brat didn’t clean herself. When I finished, I snuck away from everyone else and got to my bedroom door. I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I turned to see who it was; my foster mom.

            “Where are you going?” She asked and started to tap her foot. I answered back in my usual snappy tone, “To sleep. I already finished the chore list and I do not feel like hanging around those idiots out there.” That got her really angry because I cannot count how many times she talked about respecting each other. “These girls are your friends,” she snapped back, “and you will love them like your own sisters.” After that she walked off.