Disoriented {Kaplan}
Mar 10, 2017 12:06:40 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Mar 10, 2017 12:06:40 GMT -5
Elyra Breaks-Laws
It has only been a short while since I was adopted into my new family and the life here makes me more than confused. It feels odd to wake up in an actual bed again, to eat real breakfast and not some scraps from the people's backyards and trash piles. I love it, but there are also many things that I still have to get used to.
For example, I have never had so many siblings and I still don't know a single person in my family. Many of my new brothers and sisters seem older than me and I am not sure about the rest of them. It seems like I am one of the youngest kids in the family now and I have no idea how to be a younger sister. There are some children who look like they are a couple of years younger than me, but I am not sure about how I am supposed to be a big sister here, either. I don't even know anything about life in this house myself, how can I take care of anybody?
In the short period of time that I have spent here, I have already gone to visit my first family three or four times. Sirius is telling me to stop freaking out and just be happy, but I still feel more comfortable around him and Xen. It's not that I can't let go, I just feel awkward when there is so much noise and so many people around me. Whenever I talk to someone, I forget their name in the shower of faces and sounds that drowns me constantly. It was s much easier at home. Life there was simple. Cleaning and washing Belly's clothes all day long after school, waiting for him to come back, then hiding my little sister from him, receiving a daily portion of beatings, going to bed. Sirius was the big one, but I was the one who took care of my sister when he wasn't there and he was often busy because he was reading a lot and doing chores around the house. I can understand that, but I can't get what's going around me in my adoptive family. Maybe those five years I spent in the streets made me a socially awkward person.
Today is my first day of school after the five year gap. I am really glad I can finally stop thinking about what I am going to eat for dinner and dedicate myself to studying for the next two years or so. However, it has been a very long time since I last set my foot into the school building and I don't remember anyone there. I guess I will just have to find my brother or sister there and they can show me where to go...
When I make sure my hair is braided and my green dress is looking great, I tiptoe to the door and slip out into the street with a bag on my shoulder. I really love this bag, not only because it is my only one, but also because we have been through a lot together. I have always been carrying it around with me when I was begging in the streets. It is time to run to school, though. I don't want to be late today. I gain speed quickly, turn around the corner and...
BUMP!
Someone's body collides with mine. I fall down heavily, dragging the other person with me and hitting my head on the wall. When I get up I see I have knocked some girl down. I shouldn't have been running so fast...
I make a very guilty expression and apologize as quickly as I can:
"I am so sorry. Really sorry. Are you all right?"