It's a few days later since the shopping day, and today I am in my room, bored and have nothing to do. I should paint, I haven't painted in a while and I should use the easel they got me.
I sat and walked into my desk to use my new painting supplies. Yep, they got me art supplies. I need to get water, I thought to myself.
As I neared the kitchen, I heard Earos and Dashiell mentioning my name. Why would they talk about me? I moved closer to listen to what they were talking about.
"She's such an attention seeking brat. I bet her foster parents hate her. Her mother even called her a slut the first day we met her." Earos chuckled.
"She thought we would like her by bragging about her talents." Dashiell snorted.
Those words make my heart clench as I recall what my mother used to say to me almost every day. I felt tears slowly escaped from my eyes. I dashed back into my room, locked the door, and cried on my bed. Why does everyone despise me? They don't want me here, even if I din't want to be here in the first place, besides I don't think I belong here either. I decided to paint away all my emotions. It is my only way to escape reality and helps me relax.
'Spoiled brat'
'Attention seeking bitch'
'Useless'
Words running in my mind over and over again making me cry while I paint. I let out all of my emotions in painting. After spending hours on the painting, I finally finished. It turned out to be an abstract painting. After the sobbing session I got tired so I plopped down into my bed before slowly dozing off to sleep. I am awoken by a voice that came from Chev while shaking my shoulder as I groaned in response.
"Baby, you have to wake up dinner's serve and there's someone we need to introduce to you." Chev said while caressing my hair.
"Are you waking me up or are you trying to tuck me in bed?" I asked with my sleepy voice earning a chuckle from him.
"I know, but aren't you adorable, cute potato." He said as he held my hands to help me sit up. Before I could say anything I heard a shutter sound with a flash.
"Hey, don't do that again. I wasn't smiling." I pouted.
"Okay little potato, say cheese." He said as he positioned his phone.
"Cheese." I said with a toothy smile.
"Cutie." He chirped as I got out of my bed and headed to the dining room.
As we neared the dining area, I saw my other brothers sitting in their usual spot and a women who's standing.
"Ky, this is Mrs. Shallow, she is our cook ever since mom and dad were still here." Kieran said as I looked at her and smiled.
"It's lovely meeting you again Ms. Adley" Mrs. Shallow said.
"It's nice meeting you too Mrs. Shallow and you can call me Kyz- Kyshelle." Woah that was close. What will happen if I break one of the rules? Will they pass me down again?, I thought to my self before sitting next to Chev.
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Keeping her
Teen FictionTragedy are things that we can't stop in life. Kyzha's life is full of mystery and lies; she was always kept in the dark and was prevented from knowing the truth about her whole existence. Suddenly, she encountered something that she thought would n...