This is Home: Just a Typical Morning

Just a Typical Morning

Hi, whoever is reading this. My name is Sophie Hathaway and this is my life. I am 10 years old and just moved to a new school. I'm not like other kids my age. I mean I go to school, hang out with my friends after school, I draw for competitions, I like soccer and video games but I also like stuffed animals and musicals. So I would say that I'm mostly normal.

Sophie was looking in a mirror getting ready for school in her tiny closet bedroom. She was dressed in a white tank top, a red plaid flannel shirt, jean leggings, and black converse. She tied her long curly ebony hair in a ponytail before putting her signature dark blue messenger hat on and turned to her white Maine Coon cat. "Well, Lion? What do you think?" Lion responded by lazily sprawling out on one of her shirts. Sophie rolled her midnight blue eyes and said "Thanks for the input Lion. Seriously that helps so much." The moment Lion started to chew on the shirt she yanked it out from under him. Lion started to meow loudly in annoyance. Sophie smirked and said, "Yeah love you too bud." She ruffled his fur and left her room her door ajar so Lion could wander in and out.

The only way I'm not normal is family wise. I live in a foster home with several other kids. I've lived here since I was six years old and grew up in the younger half of the family. Lion came with me because he's been my cat since I was five though he was my original mother's cat. I kind of have learned to thrive in chaotic situations after living here for so long.

Sophie was looking for her backpack for school. She didn't know why it wasn't in her room with all her other things but she could chalk that up to it getting mixed up with some other moving boxes. She looked in the closest room to her own bedroom, being her brothers Timmy and Snap's room, and saw a familiar bag strap sticking out from under the blue bed while Timmy's Golden Retriever puppy, Sparky, was lying on the bed. She grabbed it and pulled it out from under the bed. "Timmy Turner! Can you please explain what MY backpack was doing under YOUR bed?!" Sophie yelled.

A brown haired, blue eyed, buck-toothed boy poked his head into the room. "I needed crayons for my comic book and you have the best crayons in the house," Timmy explained like it was obvious.

This is Timothy Turner or "Timmy" for short. He's older than me by a few months and has been here longer than any of us. See when he was two, our foster parents moved next door and noticed something not so good. His real parents were neglecting him and Timmy had a caretaker that was abusing him. So Cosmo and Wanda, who are our parents, did what was best and called social services on them. Cosmo and Wanda eventually adopted Timmy as their son and the rest is pretty much history. The weird thing about this story though is that we think Timmy may have had a twin sibling. Keyword: Think. There were two cribs in the house although since there wasn't any record of Timmy's birth and no other evidence that there was another baby in the house, it's just theory for now. Sparky was Timmy's tenth birthday present. Mom and Dad got him in March so he's just a puppy.

Timmy acts like what you think a "typical" ten-year-old boy is. He likes gross things like dead frogs and literally has no idea how girls work to point I'm pretty sure he thinks females have a whole different language. He can be a selfish jerk sometimes but he can be a good brother too. We play video games together a lot and he once told I'm the sister he didn't know he could wish for.

"Dude. Stop stealing my crayons!" Sophie said rolling her eyes.

"Then buy me some fancy ones like yours."

"Right. Like I have my own money. We are literally both 10." Sophie said deadpanned. Sophie was checking her box for missing crayons. Okay, everything seemed in order except. Hang on. Something was wrong with her blues.

"Slate, Sky, Navy, Indigo, Cobalt, Teal, Ocean, Peacock, Azure, Cerulean, Lapis, Spruce, Stone, Aegean, Berry, Denim, Admiral, Sapphire, Arctic.... Hey. Where's my blue crayon? I have all my other blues but not the normal blue one." Sophie said looking up from her crayon box after counting them.