Legacy

Chapter 2

I reached back and grabbed my few bags I had. My parents never really bought me anything. My cousins really bought me everything I own. In reality my cousins are my parents despite them being only a few years older.

I nervously played with the stud in my lip while the girl that was in the van with me helped me with my bags.

"Hi. My name is Ricky. I live here, as do many other children. What's your name?" The girl from the van said looking at me with curiosity in her eyes.

"My name is Legacy. Legacy Woods. I guess I am living here now too." I nervously said to Ricky. She guided me to a wooden desk with a plump woman in it. She gave me a smile and handed me a slip of paper. I looked down at her nametag. It read Megan.

The room began to tilt and morph into my childhood bedroom. My face stung as my mother slapped me. I stood still and said nothing. I knew better then to argue.

"I thought I told you to wash the dishes Legacy!" She fumed.

My head twitched and I began to stutter, "I-I forgot. I-I'm s-sorry.

"Hey twitch! You know I hate it when you do that. Stop being such a freak! Go wash the dishes NOW!" She snapped. Her hand flew across my face. My face now stung. I'm sure I'll have a handprint on it. I looked at her in disbelief. I had already washed the dishes. I was in there twenty minutes ago cleaning the kitchen. But I'm not about to argue. Last time it landed me in the hospital with nothing but stitches above my eyebrow. We. Mom told the doctor that I was pushing my sister Melody on the swing set they had bought and it had hit me in the face. Yea right. If only people actually investigated these things. I can't tell you how many hospital visits I've had in the past three years. Thank God for insurance!

"Yes ma'am." I replied. She then roughly turned my body around by my shoulders and pushed me out of my room.

"She'll never learn" I heard her mutter before my room slammed shut.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

" Legacy! Are you ok! Answer me!" Ricky said. I looked around and saw a wooden desk and Megan sitting in her desk looking at me worriedly.

"Yes-s I'm fine. What are these papers for?" I asked looking down at the clipboard Ricky then trusted in my hands.

"They are just stuff you need and something's you need to sign and fill out. It's no biggie." Megan explained handing me a pen.

I went through and signed some paper work then she showed me where my room was. I heard the creak of the wooden door as it slowly was opened.

I looked around. The walls were a dark shade of blue. Gray almost. The bed was a twin size bed with a white fluffy looking mattress on top of the black wooded frame. There was a small night table beside of it that was also wooded.

The carpet was a light blue. There was a small lamp on the night table with a pad of paper next to it with a checkered colored looking pencil on top of the pad of paper. There was a ceiling fan and one window with no curtains. Ricky bushed past me and laid my bags on the bed.

"Welcome to your new home! This is now your room. You may have a roommate in the future if we get a new arrival but until then you have all of this to yourself. You can customize this room however you want except for painting. No one is allowed to paint the walls unless you have special permission. Also please don't write on the walls and don't destroy anything. Basically don't break anything on purpose unless you plan on paying for it. Also no fighting any other people in here and bullying is not tolerated. But other than that have at it! Do you need help or do you have any questions?" Ricky said looking at me with a smile on her face.

"I don't have any questions and I don't need any help. Thank you for all of the help you have given me so far though. Trust me. I wont be the one fighting. I would more than likely be the target." I said faintly chuckling to myself.

She looked at me frowning and said," ok. Well, dinner is in about 2 hours. Someone will come to get you."

"Ok, thank you." I said wishing she would go ahead and leave me alone. She finally walked out and shut the door behind her. I pulled out my blankets and sheets out of my bag and made my bed. I hung up my violet curtains and put my only poster up on the wall. It was a poster of my favorite band "Get Scared". I looked around and saw two doors. I ventured over to door number one, which was a darker blue than the walls. I slowly turned the knob and saw a big closet.

I walked inside and pulled the string that was hanging down to have light aluminate the room. I felt my inner thirteen self squeal in excitement, as the closet was a beautiful walk-in closet. I then unpacked and hung all of my clothes up in the closet. I swore loudly after the tenth time of dropping the same pair of jeans. Maybe I really am a freak. I thought to myself.

I heard some heavy footsteps outside of my door. I rushed toward my bed and hid out of sight right as the door creaked open.