Twighla Rose Chronicles

No Body Likes Me

*Twighla*

ALONE. What is the true meaning of being alone? I think that it's a way for people to stay separated from each other. Where no one has to talk to anyone. Where everyone stays away from you and you stay away from everyone. This concept is quite easy for me to grasp on the count of me being an orphan. I am constantly alone. I live in the attic area where they put me. Far, far away from everyone. They all are afraid of me. I guess it has to do with me having powers but its not like I'm trying to hurt people.

At that exact moment there was a brutal pounding on the door. I obviously new who it was; it was the only person that ever came up to my room. It's the caretaker. By the way she doesn't take care of me. She hates me.

"Open this door right now you stupid good for nothing half child. I have other things to attend to. Do you understand me," the caretaker said.

By the way I call her the wicked witch. I could totally see it too. All she needs is green skin and the costume. She already has the warts and the hair.

*more nocking* "Okay I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your horses ma'...am . (I choke on the word ma'am.) Gese how can a person get some sleep around here," I said

I open the door without using my hands my i add. All I do is flick my wrist. The witch jumps in the air about two feet.

Then here comes the lecture, "How many times do I have to tell you, 'No using your powers in my orphanage'. It is a stage of monarchy that can not happen. And the other kids do not have your advantage in things so it's just not fair," she looks at me, "Are you even listening to me?"

Truth be told I wasn't, but I also wasn't going to let her know that. That would mean that I lose everything that I stand for here. Which is practically survival. People just go around hating me for no God dam reason.

"Well anyway I made a list of chores for you to do after you eat breakfast. So, hurry up. The chef has the chores you have to go and get them from him," she yelled as she was running out the door.

I got dressed in my usual outfit. I like to wear crop tops with a leather crop jacket, leather skinny jeans, and leather boots. I have a crystal necklace locket that I never ever take off. It was my mothers.

I take one last look in the mirror before I go to the kitchen. I look usual pale and with a long black fishtale braid. I notice every day that my eyes change color today they are green.

Then I run downstairs and into the elevator to go to the kitchen. I had no idea what I was going to find there. Or what was going to happen. I wish I never entered that kitchen.