Lilly

Chapter 30

"Priscilla Pimlott, please come to the front office," the intercom called out, during her fourth hour class. She had done nothing to get in trouble since she got back, so she went to the office confused.

She was also still in the same foster home she'd started the year in. It was a record for her, along with still having the same caseworker.

"Lilly," Mrs. Stiles said, as she walked in the office.

"What?" she replied. She still didn't like Mrs. Stiles, since she still blamed the principal for trying to turn her in several times, but she understood the woman was trying to help. Just like Mrs. Rafferty, she should've believed Lilly, but hadn't.

"Priscilla?" an old woman asked, with a distinct Scottish accent.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Guid efternuin, Priscilla. Ah am Gavinia Pimlott," the woman said. It stunned Lilly. "Ah am yer grandmother," she said, shocking Lilly even more. "Ach, thes scottish brogue." Lilly remained silent, staring at her.

"I understand you," Lilly replied, still staring at her.

" 'en wa didne ye answer," she asked.

"I think you surprised her," Mrs. Stiles answered for her, when Lilly again didn't reply. Lilly darted a glance at Mrs. Stiles, but returned her attention to the old woman.

"Ah suppose Ah coods kin 'at," the woman said. Then with a shrewd look said, "Sae, ur ye gonnae be loch yer maw, ur ur ye gonnae make somethin' ay yerself?"

"What are you talking about?" Lilly asked, her anger flaring. This woman had no right to insult her mother, regardless what her mother had done.

"She was a drugged it loser an' slept wi' onie cheil 'at cam alang," she said. Lilly needed no more.

"Noo Ah kin wa mom ran awa' frae ye," Lilly said, for the first time since she was little, speaking in the Scottish brogue. Her words released, she turned and walked out, not listening to the woman pleading with her to stay.

Mrs. Stiles, not able to understand much of the thick Scottish dialect, just stood looking between the older woman, and Lilly storming away, not sure what had happened. What she knew was the woman had made Lilly mad, and Lilly had given her some lip.

"Wait here, please," she told the woman, as she darted out. As with Lilly, she didn't hear what the woman had to say.

"Lilly, wait," she called out. Stopping dead in her tracks, but not looking back, Lilly waited.

"She flew all the way from Scotland to see her granddaughter," Mrs. Stiles said.

"She wasted her money. I'm not her granddaughter," Lilly said. "At least, not by choice," she added, before Mrs. Stiles could lecture her about genetics, and family lines and all that crap.

"I know she made you mad, not that I understood why. I couldn't understand any of her, or the last bit you said."

"That was the intention. If she wants, she can talk proper English. She spoke Scottish to make it harder for you to understand, and see if I understood her. She was playing with me."

"That's not what made you angry," Mrs. Stiles said.

"Nope," Lilly agreed, but gave her nothing else.

"Lilly."

"Mrs. Stiles, I don't like you anymore, so please don't tell me how I need to be nice to that bitch, when she ran my mother off and caused my life to suck so bad. Things are finally getting a little good for me and I will not let her do to me what she did to my mother."