It was a bright and sunny day in Madrid, Spain…my home. I was strolling the streets when I came across a small token. I thought since it was golden, it would be worth a lot, so I picked it up and continued walking. I made it to the store and I bought necessities for the family. Carrying the heavy supplies back to the house was exhausting, and I couldn't stop staring down at my aching feet. Who knew tomatoes were so heavy? Why don't we just grow our own tomatoes like the rest of Spain? These were the questions I pondered. As I walked, I counted every rock, stone, and pebble in my way. When I approached my home, I began kicking the door and making sure to get my blackened, muddy footprints all over it, because their rude to me, just to see the look on their faces when they get a load of it.
"Mama!" I shouted. "Open the door, por favor?"
My mother opened the door and let me inside, making me take off my shoes first, of course.
"What is the matter with you? Why do you gunk up my door with your grimey feet?" She scolded as my sister sneered and smirked at me from around the corner. After a few seconds of me glaring at her, she stepped out from behind the door.
"Yeah, Pita. Do you have any idea how much that door costs? A lot for us poor people in Spain! Like mama said, what's the matter with you?" She put on her best scowl, and presented her intelligence of the money problems, and mama rewarded her with a larger desert and dinner. But we don't have enough money to be making that much food in one night for all three of us! Oh wait…she gets my food. Fuck.
That night was spent in my room in pure agony of hunger pains, and the stinging of the scar on my wrist from back then… But I also felt like a complete loner. No one had ever found me as much use. My own birthmother from Latvia gave me away to my new mom and sister from the Netherlands, and they traveled with me to Spain. All I want before I die, is just one person to tell me they love me. At this point, I don't even care if it's sincere or not. I just need it…
I pushed my dirty-blonde hair out of my face and began to stroke the scar on my left wrist. I peered over into the night sky through the glass of my window. The moon looked beautiful tonight. More so than usual. I stared at her. She was gorgeous. She glistened in the sky, almost like the sunrise on top of the ocean's waves. Her surface, glossed and frosted with the remarkable shining of the sun's rays. I, without realizing, began to draw my arm in the direction of the moon, and pretended to grab her hand. I finally pulled myself out of the illusion, and remembered the token I had found on the ground earlier. I pulled it out of my pocket fiercely. It read "I" in a fancy font. I was so disappointed with the discovery that I almost threw it out the window. But as I drew my hand back into a throwing angle, I saw something block the moon. A lot of somethings. They look like small bugs, and like the Irish, are completely covering my view…what was going on?
For a split second I paniced, but then, I couldn't see them anymore. There was something blocking my window. When I saw sleek metal in front of me, I almost reached out to slide my fingers down it's unharmed edge, but something told me not to. Suddenly I saw glowing guns locked on my position, and I ran for cover in my sister's room.
"Angelice! Let me in!" I hollered and slammed my fists against her door. "ANGELICE!"
I could just feel her words stabbing me in the chest. In sneer remark, she bellowed, "What do you say?" But by the time I managed to begin the words, my feet no longer touched the floor, and I was flying away from my home.