I wake up to the beautiful sound of the birds chirping. As I slowly open my eyes I can feel the hot sun creeping in my room through the window. It was a beautiful September morning. I loved the fall the colors of it and everything that had to do with it put a smile on my face expect one thing;School.
I've never really went to actual school the one normal people always go to. I've asked mom why I don't go to normal school but as always it was the same answer she would say "You're one of a kind." While pinching my cheeks. What did that even mean? One of a kind I repeat to my self. I mean I am different but my kind of different isn't a good difference. Oh no I've been in bed for quite a long time now. I don't want mom to be mad at me. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom that's in my room. This house is the best I've ever been in. It has a big space for everything I need,my king size bed a sofa my bookshelf that holds all my books I've read throughout the years I've been hear and my desk with a big computer and of course all my stuff animals mom bought for me over the years. Most of them are on my bed but the rest are scattered in the room.
As I turn on the hot water and wait for the bathtub to fill I take off my clothes and stare at the Scar thats on my back, and reaching to my shoulder. Very red and bumpy. It doesn't hurt I don't remember it hurting but it hurts staring at it. My head starts pounding when I think about what happened that day to much. I don't remember vividly how I got the it but I know its from when the foster care was on fire it was the first foster care I've ever been in. I am guessing I was no older than 5 years old at that time.
There was many little kids like me playing around it was almost dinner time than the next thing I know there was someone yelling there's a fire. The adults were trying to get us out but everyone was already freaked out and running around expect one kid. He wasn't any older than me I remember him very well as he was sitting in the corner. There was smoke everywhere and it was getting harder to breath by the second. I decided to walk up to him and drag him by his hand as I wanted to help the both of us out. But that's when something from the roof fell on the both of us and an adult quickly came and helped us. That was the last day I saw him. Because after that day most of the kids separated and were sent to different foster homes. I knew he got a pretty bad burn too as we both were next to each other. That's all that I can remember. Not even his face just his eyes. Those dark brown eyes of his that easily could be mistaken for the color black. Why didn't I see fear in his eyes when there was flame surrounding us and why did he never open his mouth and say anything. He was definitely a mystery a hard puzzle to solve and I liked solving puzzles especially the ones that are tough and take time.
I snap out of my thought and get my bubble gum body wash and my strawberry shampoo ready. I loved everything in this house. It's the first place I've ever actually felt like its home. Mom taught me what the word home means! She said it doesn't really have to be a place it can be a person. Home: the feeling of love you get from someone or something that you can't let go of. Mom as an amazing person. She's the only person I've ever loved even though she sometimes still doesn't understand me. We've been together for three years and she still has to use the word "explain." I hated that word. As I was done with my shower I wrap my self up with my black towel. The color black really makes me feel some type of way I can't tell if I hate it or love it. After I was done drying my self up I grab a hoodie and sweatpants from my closet. I let my hair out as it's not very long. Barley reaching my ribs and it was curly too. Most of the time I just leave it out and it drys by it self. I head down stairs and see mom making breakfast. Yummy I am really hungry haven't put anything in my mouth sense dinner time. Mom is a great cook too her food is always the best. Mom notices me and greets me with a huge smile.
"How did my little angel sleep," she asks as she puts down the plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me.
"good,you," I answer with a big smile on my face.
"Great hunny." She than puts another plate in front of me that one had bagels filled with cream cheese. Yum my favorite.
"Juice," I ask.
"Oh yes dear I forgot here you go I put in the fridge to cool." Mom walks to the fridge so she can grab the juice.
"Thank you mom," I tell her with a smile as I drink my juice happily.
"Of course dear," she answers while offering her warm smile.
We eat in silence, I hated it but I didn't wanna distract mom. I promised my self when mom adopted me that I would never do anything bad or anything that might upset her. I was getting old and I didn't wanna go back to that scary place. So I do as I am told and mom isn't bad at all I know she loves me, she told me when she adopted me "hunny no more moving this will be your home forever." I wanted to ask her how long is forever but I decided to wait and it's now been three years so I know forever is a long time. I notice that mom is on the computer and had some paper work next to her that she was working on. So I try to eat quietly, I don't want to distribute her. I was almost almost done with my breakfast when mom turned off her computer and looked my way. Oh no I panicked was I chewing to loud? Had I disturbed her? Bad Eda why can't you do one right thing in your life.
"In a couple of days i'll have a big surprise for you I know you'll like it," mom says as she gives me the same warm smile.
"Surprise." I repeat in a questioned tone.
"Yes dear."
I climb off the high stool and wrap my arms around moms waist. She hugs me back. After a few minutes she tells me to go and do something productive as she goes and cleans the kitchen. I do as I am told and go down stairs to our basement. My favorite place in the house it was huge. We had my punching bag and gym on one side and the other side had my guitar, piano and a couch. I put on my boxing glove and start punching the bag. If you ask me about how I feel about mom buying me a punching bag than I would tell you than I am surprised. She's always talking about how I need to take care of my self and protect my self. I wonder what she means by that, does that mean one day she'll leave me alone in this world and I'll have to protect my self? I wasn't weak nor a cry baby I was just different. My problem was never my physical health as I can knock down big foot easily even though I am five foot. But My problem was my mental health my speaking problem. The words were there I knew they are but they never end up coming out instead they slip off my tongue and sink at the bottom of my stomach. That made me weak I knew it did. That was the main reason why people took my back to the foster home they couldn't figure me out I was annoying them. They hated me. Everyone did. Maybe that's why mom doesn't allow me to see the outside world again. Its cruel out there. I've experienced it my self.
I was done with my work out so I head upstairs. Mom wasn't in the kitchen or the living room she must be in her room I thought. She never leaves the house without telling me. I was a sweaty mess so I deiced to take a quick shower. After I was done I head to my closet and decided to wear a plaid yellow skirt that had black and grey stripes and matched it with a simple yellow t-shirt. I keep my hair down is its really not the long so I can only do so many things. I look at my self in the mirror and notice my locket necklace was open. It was the only thing that I have from my childhood and inside it was a picture of me when I was a baby. I wasn't older than one year but definitely not a new born baby. Than the other side had a picture of man and women they had to be my parents, as the picture wasn't really clear but I kind of looked like them I can tell. Especially the man I had the same nose and eye shape as him. Mom told me that they had passed away and that no parent would ever leave there kid with out a reason. But mine did,they left me hopeless in this world and because of them I can't talk like normal people. Something tells me they didn't want me. Who am I kidding they for sure didn't want me. God knows maybe they could even be alive but that didn't matter now. The locket never leaves my neck as its the only thing I have to prove to people that I do have a family, they just had left and never came back.. The locket was silver and oval shaped on the outside it had a word carved on it.
"Forever."
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Viridity
(n)naive innocence
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note: Okay how well did you like this chapter?
I had to introduce her so sorry if this is boring for you, Next chapter I'll also introduce Mateo than the action will start!
I hope you listened to the song I'll usually add them for people who like to listen to music while reading and they'll most likely be calm.