Recap
"I'm ready."
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~I get home and no one is here. A lot of the stuff in my house is gone. I drop my bag at the door and slip off my shoes then walk into the kitchen. I'm really hungry. Or maybe I'm just bored. Eh, whatever. I'll just get a small snack I suppose.
I open the fridge to grab an apple, the blueberries, strawberries, and caramel sauce. I cut up the apple, put the fruit into a bowl and drizzeled the caramel sauce over it.(Don't knock it until you try it!!! ^.^) It's pretty amazing. I grab a fork and my phone, walk my butt back into the living room and slip my feet under me as I sit on the couch. I was happily munching on my delicious fruit salad when my phone beeped twice. One was a facebook notification for candy crush. Damn that game. The second was a text message from an unknoen number.
Princess, I know you're hungry but it's important that you pack.. NOW! -Kiki
I jerk my head up from my phone. How in the hell?!? I accidently hit my head on someone else's. "Ow! Fucking damn! Who the hell is in my house?!"
"Princess! Language!" of course it'd be her. agh.
"You ain't my my mother." I grumbled while stuffing the last bit of food into my mouth.
I might have heard Kiki say you have no idea but I can't be exactly sure. I grab my dishes and took them out to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher.
I turn back around and Kiki is standing there tapping her toes. It looks like she aged, and grew, about 6 or 7 years.
"umm? What-?"
"Worry about it later, pack!" Damn for an 11 year old she is grouchy.
"I heard that." Good.
I walked up the stairs, took a left, and went straight into my bathroom. I caught glimpse of myself in the mirror and was surprised. I am never going to get used to this, am I?
I reach into the medicine closet and grab my anxiety medication and my vitamins. I reach into the cupboard and grab my hair straightener, curling iron, and other bathroom essentials and put them into my bathroom bag, including the little makeup I own. I guess I wont need this anymore but just to play it safe.
I go into my bedroom and threw my bathroom stuff onto my bed. I then go stand im front of my mirror. This is where it all started, where pretty much my dreams came true. I'm beautiful. Finally after 17 years of being tortured and bullied, I am finally pretty enough for them to notice me for reasons other than picking on me. I finally have enough confidence to stand up for myself. Why couldn't I get this earlier, like y'know, the day I was born?
I just stood there lookimg at mysekf for a few minutes when my phone rings. It's my mom, or adopted mom? I don't know anymore, ha! I don't know a lot of things anymore.
"Hello."
"Where are you?"
"I just got home and starting to pack, why?"
"Is Kiki there?"
"Yep" I said popping the 'p'.
"Has she explained your sleeping arrangements?"
"Nope" I popped the 'p' again. " but I'll make sure she does. Can I go now?"
"Attitude young lady, and yes you may."
"Like you care, you aren't even my mother." with that I hung up.
I know it seems harsh to be so rude to them but wouldn't anyone? They lied to me my whole life. They aren't even my parents and they weren't very nice substitutions. My "dad" was an alcoholic and beat me every time we turned around and couldn't remember it two seconds from them. My "mother" disowned me half the time, criticized me every chance she saw fit and let him hurt me. So tell me agaun why I should care.
I go to my closet and just sigh. agh. Shooting me anytime now would be helpful.
"I guess I better get this done." I say aloud to myself.
A/N another section, another very slow section.
I'm sorry if this seems like it goes very slow, or too slow for some people. I just don't want this story to be to fast paced, y'know?
