Ok this is not my first story but it is my first real origanal one and I want people to read this chapter and tell me if I should quit because its nice to know when nobody likes your story. But let me give you a fair warning I'm not a really nice person, and if you hurt my feelings by going to far about how you don't like my book then it won't be pretty. Thanks for the understanding.
~Pansycake~
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I carry the weight of you in my very heart.
And the wind is so icy, I am numb..
I carry the weight of you heading back to start.
with a thousand eyes on me, I stumble and,
I am tired, I am older I am getting weaker everyday.
I carry the weight of you,I carry the weight of-
Thump! Bang! Boom!
I turn down my cd, I was listening to the song Sirens by Cher Lloyd, one of my favorites and look around the living room to see where the heck all the Crashing sounds came from, and I see its coming from the kitchen. When I walk in I see my idiotic little 3 year old brother Ezekiel and his twin Uriah is nowhere to be seen.
I think their names are to long to say, so I call them Zeke and Uri. Don't ask me why my mom gave them weird names, because I have no clue. I'm sorry to inform you, but if you were thinking about asking her. Well she died 11 days ago in her sleep and now her funeral is this afternoon.
You would think I would be crying and screaming that life isn't fair but, I'm all out of tears. Now both my parents are dead.
My dad had died three months ago in a car crash, he never made it out of the ambulance, and my mom just died from stage four lukimiea, it is a lung cancer for those of you that are like what the heck is lukimiea. I have no more tears to cry and I have no more family members left to talk to.
My grandparents are dead and my parents didn't have any siblings. The orphanage fought me on my siblings, they wanted them to come to the orphanage and get foster parents.
I told them point blank, that if those two little 'monsters' walked out of this house it would be by their choice and their choice only.
I told the orphanage that I wasn't going to force my siblings to stay with me, but it was their chioce. My mom wrote that in her Will three days after my dad died, because she realized that now that my dad had died nobody was going to be left to take care of Uri and Zeke but me.
A few days before my dad had died, my mom was told she only had a couple months to live. She knew the orphanage would fight for custody and she wasn't going to have it, she was an orphan for about six years before my grandparents adopted her.
She had said to me, "Sky listen to me, in my Will I am going to put Uriah and Ezekiel in your custody- No let me finish- you and I know both know that the orphanage will fight for their custody. I Don't want any of my children in an orphanage and I would do anything to stop it. So I am putting them in your custody.
"If they want to go to the orphanage then let them, but make sure they know here's an option and always will be. Even if they go to the orphanage for a couple weeks, or even a couple months, make sure they know that here is ALWAYS a option. Okay?"
By the time she had finished talking, I was on the ground in tears and the only thing I could do was nod my head. Then she got down on her knees and rubbed my back telling me that everything was going to be okay.
"But really," I asked her,"Would anything ever be okay again?" All she did though was nod her head and said "if you have this house and those little 'monsters' everything will be okay." Then she got up and left to go check on Uri and Zeke.
That, my dear friend is how I ended up a 11 days after my mothers death, having her funeral, then going to visit her grave sight and then going to City Hall to fight with an orphanage over who gets custody over MY brothers. I mean they are MY brothers, but I have to think about what they want to.
They might get on my nerves but I would anything for them, anything, anything at all. So today at City Hall, if they choose the orphanage over me. I might burst into tears in the middle of the court room.
"SKYWA! I have a Awwwey!" Zeke screamed , I look over to where my little brother was crying and holding his pinky finger on his right hand.
"Zeke what happened?" I asked him as I looked a his red pinky. He let out a little wimper as I touched the tip of his pinky." Oh baby, its okay. But what happened?"
" I was trwying to get a cup off the cownter and my fingy was shmooshed under my knee.", he explained.
"Its okay, hey you want me to get you a bowl of Fruit Loops for Breakfast?", I asked and he nodded enthusiasticly. Instintly perking up, because Fruit Loops is his favorite cereal.
"Uri! If you don't hurry and get down here you won't get any Apple Jacks!" I swear that kid spends more time hiding then he does not hiding.
"What! No, I want Apple Jacks!" said Uriah, coming out from underneath the sink.
"Okay then, hurry up and sit next to Zeke while I get your guys your cereal so you can eat. Cause we have a big day ahead of us."
I got two bowls down and poored in their cereal and their milk, and gave them each a spoon and they dug in. I just stood there watching them eating and I couldn't help but smile at them.
I have my two little brothers left and I hope to God I'm not gonna loose them because, it would break my heart to pieces and there would be
NO way to put it back together.
