When I heard the door slam, I knew two things.
1: Lily was home.
2: She was pretty pissed.
"Aunt Cara! I'm home!" Lily screamed up at me. I glided down the stairs, skipping the last one, as was the tradition since Gemma left her two kids with her little sis, who she very well knew, was practically a child herself.
"I noticed. What's with the door slam? Did that idiot of a new teacher bring up the Austin Incident?"
"Yeah," She grunted, throwing her backpack off her shoulders. I swear, we did not have that much homework when we were in school. And this is the age of technology! Isn't there online textbooks? It doesn't help that she's too smart for her own good. They think that means that she can do loads of work in the same amount of time as everyone else can do a normal amount.
I looked at her over my shoulder as I went to get a cup of coffee. Six creams, four sugars, and two seconds of caramel sauce. You can't really measure that stuff, so that's the guesstimate that we've always used. I glanced back Lily. Four seconds in her's, from the way she was looking.
I handed her the cup of sugary, caffeinated oblivion. She smiled at the Electric Blue porcelain. It was the cup that Austin had used until he... went away.
And trust me, It's capatilized for a reason. Austin was a total Whovian, so that thing was TARDIS Blue.
I missed him so much.
"You ready?" I asked Lily.
"Sure," She said gripping her cup tightly.
And then we were off, into the dim light of the afternoon. Off to the asylum to see my poor nephew, accused of being psychotic, but in truth, he was simply as intelligent as his little sister.
She just hadn't seen the door yet.
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The Scarlet Door
Pertualangan17 year old Lilliana Miller spends every day in the attic above the old Victorian house she lives in with her Aunt Cara. Her parents abandoned her and her older brother, Austin, when she was five. When she was ten her brother was admitted into an as...
