Home Sweet Home (One Big Crazy Family - Book 1)

Chapter Nineteen

Emma

Today is my 16th birthday, that day when I get one year older, and when I get all independent and all the attention and shit.

Should I be excited? Yes; it's that day when all the awesome stuff happens to me, plus since I missed out on having a Quinceañera so I'm a little excited to have that milestone. Am I really though? Honestly, I don't really care.

For one thing; I haven't had a birthday since I was three, then my parents died in a car crash with Amber's and Eva's parents and we ended up in the orphanage and I never had a birthday since; just too many kids' birthdays to celebrate all the time.

Second; I'm not really in the mood for a party or anything in the sort. Okay, so I'm not in the mood for a lot of shit these days, but there's a good reason. So let me start from the beginning.

When I was ten years old, Tamera gave me a lab for my birthday; she thought that I deserved it and I never understood why. Then again, I did make anything I could think of, anything I could find and I made the sickest shit ever . . . and I was only a little girl; what other kid you know that can also say that and tell the truth?

And from the day when I got it, until the day I got it taken away. I became the most dedicated, fierce and sometimes the most insane and creepy inventor Ever. I made things that either went two ways; they either helped make the house better and more suitable.

Or, they could wreck things and/or catch on fire. But hey they were awesome none the less. That's when inventing became my happiest pastimes; it was my pride and joy, my heart and soul, my freaking, everything. And I never wanted to stop doing it.

Then came the day when Madam Jones took over the place, she took the lab away from me; saying it had better uses and I never got it back. And well, I guess the happy side of me kinda died inside and I just stopped caring about everything in my life. I never talked about it and I never wanted to talk about it; I preferred to sweep it under the carpet and forget about it. So why do I have to have a party?

"Emma?" Rosetta asked in her ususal zombie like voice.

I sighed "Yes Rosetta?"

She looked at me blankly; which is a pretty usually look I always get from her (note: next time I make a human out of random shit, make sure the brain I have is something smarter than a feline from a dead cat in an ally, but it was the only one I could find in such short notice that was fresh and wouldn't get me arrested), I have to talk to her very slow just to understand me better.

"Is there something you want to asked from me Rose?" I said slowly.

"Emma, can I have food?" She asked, "I'm hungry."

I nodded; I took her food pan and her hand so we could go to the kitchen together, because I can't trust Rose by herself if not in her cage.

When we got to the kitchen, I noticed a big plate of pancake sitting on the table with a note and a big box next to it. I slapped a piece of meat on Rosetta's pan and sent her back to my room, and then I went back to the dining room.

I sat down in front of the pancakes and looked around; nobody was in sight, which was weird because, normally some one's here at 11:30 in the morning. So were the f is everyone? I shook the thought away and ate the cakes.

After that, I showered, put on my favorite black dress, spiked up my hair and did my black makeup. I went back to the dining room and read the note: