Heirloom

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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"Katerrina get your butt down here this instant!!!" called my foster mother Liz. "I'm coming down the stairs right now", I called back. "Good now we can finally have breakfast", she mumbled under her breath. Although I hadn't spent much time here- I just moved into this foster home- I could already tell that this home was a bit different from the others. Other homes had as many as five foster kids in them at a time, while this one only had two other children and.t they weren't foster children they were my foster parent's biological children. Though they were a lot younger than me, they were eleven and I seventeen, they seem to be really nice and I think that in the long run we will get along.

As soon as make my way down the stairs and my new foster family sees me they immediately have me sit down so we can all start breakfast together. I have to say that this particular tradition is something that is not very common in most homes. I kind of like having a "big" family breakfast. After breakfast the entire family starts getting ready to leave. Liz, my foster mom and Dom, my foster dad prepare for work while Lilly and Henry, my newest foster siblings are getting ready to go to school and so am I. Even if I have moved around quite a bit I am still nervous about going to a new school in the middle of the year.

When I got to school every one just kept staring at me. It was like I was some sort of alien or something. In first period, English, I was asked to introduce myself and I did but the most peculiar thing happened. As soon as I said "My name is Katerrina Dobreva" , a boy with piercing blue eyes looked up and stared at me. I know that it doesn't seem all that weird but the way he was staring at me; it was like he knew me, like he recognized me.

I soon came to notice that this boy was in all my classes and he kept giving me the same look every time I even stepped foot in class. So I decided to confront him about it -I wasn't really a shy person after all. "Hey", I smiled at the boy. He looked taken aback but quickly composed himself saying a brief "Hi". "So I've noticed that you keep looking at me and you do look kind of familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked. There was a spark of happiness in his eyes as he said "I'm sure we met when we were little. My mom used to work for your parents," he stated with a slight accent. I couldn't place it but it sounded eerily familiar. "But I don't have parents," I stated confused. "Well I mean I have foster parents; my real parents died when I was little." The happiness vanished and left a trail of emptiness and sorrow. He looked away from me and all I could do was shift awkwardly in my seat. "I am sorry about your parents Katerrina. They were such good people. It's a shame, what happened to them." He looked away again and slowly started to get up from the table. I was just about to tell him to stay when the bell rang for our next class.

My next class was Spanish. Not surprisingly, that boy was there again. It was like he was following me even though there is now way that that's possible since he started school here first. Still it was creepy though. How is he in all of my classes? Better yet, why? Even though I was curious I let the questions out of my mind and tried to concentrate on class. The teacher was talking about basic verb tenses so I was taking notes. Suddenly the girl sitting next to me tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey," she said "you're new here right?" "Yeah" I replied. "Cool! My name is Lana. I was wondering do you understand any of this?" "Actually yeah," I said. I speak about five different languages including Bulgarian, Russian, English, Spanish, and Portugues- all with a slight Bulgarian accent. The weird thing is that I don't remember how I learned them. "Do you think you could tutor me sometime?" Lana asked. "Yeah sure, lets exchange numbers and maybe we could get together later," I told her. So we exchanged numbers- I've made a freind in this place after all.

When the last school bell rang, the boy from earlier- the one with the peircing blue eyes- stopped me. "I'm sorry for earlier," he said. "Sorry, why?" I asked. "For acting weird, for just getting up and leaving you at lunch, and for staring at you for most of the day. It's just that you remind me of someone I knew when I was little." I noticed that he too had a slight Bulgarian accent when he spoke. "It's alright," I said, "quick question though, I've noticed that we have the same accent; where are you from? If I may ask." "My mom and I moved here from Bulgaria with family friends. They employed us until..." There it was again the sadness in his eyes. "I have to go" he stated abruptly, "but I'll see you tomorrow. Dokato surtseto ti spira da bie, Katerrina," and with that he rushed off. Until your heart stops beating, Katerrina. Why did he say that?