Skyler Blaine: 15 years old and has mid-length brown hair. Hates being called Skyler, wants to be called Sky instead. She has brown eyes and she is an incredible martial artist and dancer. Her parents both loved her until' the day Skyler's father died on a business trip to Kenya. Her mother treated her like garbage and did nothing but stare at her in disgust, as if she was the one who killed her father, not at all like the time when Skyler was young. Skyler was rich and not in the least bit snobby. She wants to be a dancer or a martial artist when she grows up.
I stared at her, not wanting to let her win. In my right hand I clutched a piece of shattered glass from the window. My left hand, however, was scratched and covered in blood, useless. My mother had enough, "You don't do anything around the house," she would nag. But that wasn't true, I cooked, cleaned, fed our mouths and still, she treated me like this.
"GET OUT!" She yelled. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH WITH YOU!"
"WHY HAVE YOU BEEN TREATING ME LIKE THIS! EVER SINCE DAD DIED YOU, YOU-" I screamed back at her. I was furious. I ran out the door. Ugh, I HATED my mother! I ran far, far from the house. I looked tattered and I was on the verge of breaking down, any second, I would. I stared at the ground until I heard footsteps, light, quick footsteps. I sharply turned around and saw a girl with hair like mine and blue eyes. She was wearing a school uniform, unlike me, dressed like Cinderella before the ball. Yeah, I went to school, I was good at it, but my mom didn't care, not at all, she sent me to school looking like a slob. My uniform had grease streaks and it had splotches of dirt all over it. Why did my mom hate me? Why didn't she love me anymore? I felt cool hands on my shoulder, I couldn't look up. I tried, but I couldn't. I was losing too much blood. The next thing I knew, I collapsed.
I woke up in a plain room, on a pink bed. That's really all. Like I said, plain. I looked at my arm, YES! At least, I had the strength to look around, and, my arm was bandaged. WHAT THE HECK! How did this happen? I heard footsteps and I looked at the double doors. Sitting up, I saw there was another person there, two more. There were four. I strained my ears, trying to hear what they were saying. The door opened and in came an orange haired boy, a gray/purple haired boy, a brown haired girl, and a black haired man. They all looked about my age, except for the black haired dude in a bathrobe.
"Good she's up, I'm going." Said the orange haired boy rather coldly.
"Wait. Say hello to our guest Kyo." The dude in the bathrobe replied. "I'm Shigure, this rude young man is Kyo, that is Yuki." Shigure, or so he said, pointing at the purple haired boy. "Last, but not least, is our sweet flower, Tohru." I sat up staring at all of them.
"Yeah, OK, she saw us, I'm leaving." Kyo said.
"Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait." Shigure said. "We still don't know your name." Shigure stared at me.
"Uh…I…" I started but Kyo interrupted me.
"Well, obviously she doesn't know how to talk." I stared at him in disbelief.
"I DO TOO! And my name's Sklyer, but I hate my name, so call me Sky. Please." I said.
"Idiot." He muttered.
"We better leave Sky alone so she can get some sleep!" Shigure sing-songed. Then, they all left me alone to let me sleep. I couldn't believe what just happened.
"WAIT!" I screamed. They all came rushing back in, except for Kyo.
"Yes?" Yuki asked.
"Why? Why are you wearing a bathrobe?" I asked Shigure. Shigure's face fell in embarrassment as Tohru and Yuki chuckled at what I said, trying hard to hide it.
"This," he said slowly. "Is not a bathrobe, but a kimono."
"Ooooh." I said. Shigure slowly walked out of the room, then Yuki. Tohru, however, stayed at sat at the bedside.
"We're all glad you're okay. Believe it or not, so was Kyo. He hates seeing someone in pain, except for maybe Yuki, but for some reason, he just can't stand it." Tohru said in a matter-of-factly voice.
"You know, I don't believe that. Just Kyo. He's rude, mean, hard-headed. Hey, if you figure it out, can you tell me what his problem is?" Tohru laughed.
"Yeah, OK, I guess I could. Now you should get some rest, I'll bring you some nice clothes, dinner, and you'll be treated like a princess here." Tohru said.
"Thank you. Tohru. Thank you so much." I said. She nodded and left the room.
I was feeling much better the next morning. Tohru had brought me some sushi and steamed rice for dinner and she also lent me her silk pajamas the night before. This morning, Tohru brought cereal. I wasn't big on cereal, because:
1) I hate milk.
2) I don't really like cereal.
3) I just don't like it.
Why did these people have the courtesy to take me in? Most people would have left me. In the dirt. Alone. To rot. That's not normal, that's not how the world works, what she did. WHY? Well, time to get up. I got up and luckily, I had all the clothes I had and all my money in one BIG bag. My money was in my wallet. Big and thick. I dug around until I found a pair of jeans, a midnight blue tank top with a silver butterfly on the side, and last but not least, my trust, and favorite light blue high tops. I ran downstairs and easily found my way around the house, so I went to where the dining table was, where everyone was sitting and eating.
"Took you long enough!" Kyo shouted. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table treated to, well, nothing. I already had breakfast. So, I went back upstairs to see what I really had. Why did my mom treat me like that, like I killed dad. I hated her guts. More than anything. What was her problem? I couldn't figure it out, and I wasn't feeling well, so I quietly slipped off to sleep after reading my book for the hundredth time.