The rents (Flashback)
By the age of 12 and 7 we got adopted. Mom and Dad.Words we didn’t
even know the meaning of, we were now legally forcedto call two strangers.
Their home is pretty big. Although it's not kid friendly.The basketball court in the
front yard is about the only thing. Downstairs thereare dumbbells everywhere,
there are posters of naked women on the walls, andthe kitchen is full of bottles,
but upstairs is better. To the right is a living room.To the left, a bathroom and
straight down the hall are our rooms. Our rooms werepink and blue. They have
cats and a dog. My sister is allergic to cats. Theyfeed us 3 times a day. Usually
just junk, but hey, we’re grateful. We didn’t knowmuch about them, just that
they’re young. Their profession could be anythingfrom a teacher to sex workers.
Our dad is white. (I believe) and our mom is eitherhispanic or just light skinned.
We don't have that many rules. We aren’t allowed tobe unattended, be on
computers, go in the big freezer (whatever that means),or walk more than 5
minutes away without letting them know. We have abed time of 12:00 a.m. But I
don't sleep. Key always goes to sleep very early though.Instead of sleeping, I
read. My favorite book isThe Four Girls.For school,they send us to some
private-looking-broken-down haunted house. If thatmakes any sense,
what-so-ever. After they drop us off I skip. I preferto spend my childhood
elsewhere. Meanwhile, Key has the time of her lifein the first grade. I go to the
park and hide in the closed tunnel and read, untilschool is over. When we get
home they take us out for ice cream. It’s a kind gestureso I appreciate it.
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