BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP! I hit the snooze button, then feel asleep again. I didn't want to go to school today, I just wanted to sleep. BEEP... BEEP...BEEP! Before I could hit the snooze button again, and hopefully break it, I look up to see a lady looking down at me.
"You don't want to be late for your first day of school do you?" she ask in a girlish voice. She was wearing a pink dress and had curly brown hair down to her shoulders. She had a large smile on her face that was bothering me. She looked like Barbie with a pound of make-up on.
"There's too many you's in what you just said. And no I don't want to be late for my fist day of school." I looked her in the eyes and could see the child inside her even if she was thirty or forty. "I just don't wanna go."
"Oh come on. You're so lazy. Now get up!" I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was starting to hate me. This is good.
"Fine!" I sat up. Looking around the room I got dizzy from all the pink and tried to remember where I was. Then it hit me. Another foster home, another family, and another school. I tried not to remember why I was here so I got out of bed and watch my new foster mom walk out of the room.
I put on some dark blue jeans and a short sleeved, black shirt with a skull on it. I walked over to the door and made one more quick glance at the room I was going to be staying in. It had a bunk bed and another regular bed, that I was sleeping in. The bunk bed was a light purple and the sheets where pink with flowers. On the walls there where pictures of flowers and ballerinas. The walls where, yet again, pink. The trim was a design of swirly lines and then flowers. There were two white plain dressers. One at the end of the bed I was sleeping in and the other across the room with a mirror attached to it. There was a chess, probably full of toys, sitting on the right side of the mirror/dresser. On the left of the dresser was another door that led to a closet of who knows what. And next to the closet was the door I walked out of and shut behind me.
I walked through the greeting room (or as I guess they would call it living room number one) and saw the cream color leather couch and the television in the corner. There was a large window with white lace curtains hanging over it. In front of it was a couple of stands with flowers of all sorts sitting on them. In front of the couch was a glass coffee table with a white lace cover draped on it. The design was flowers, of course. By the window was the white front door with a gold handle. There was an entry way to the kitchen that I walk through.
The kitchen had a sink on the left and a dish washer to the right of it. There were windows along the left wall looking out to the garden full of beautiful bloomed flowers. On the wall directly in front of me was the stove with a microwave above it. Cupboards surrounded the sides of the microwave. In the middle of the kitchen sat a island. On one side sat stools and the other of mail and groceries and other odds and ends. To my right was a pantry full of food. Then there was another entrance way to the dinning room where sat in an ugly orange and black cheerleading out fit with sweats was Stacey; my foster sister.
"Good mornin' sunshine." she said in a girlish voice. Her brown hair was in a pony tail and hung as low as her shoulders. She pored milk into a bowl of cheerio's and set it down in front of another bowl, which I assumed was meant to be mine.
"Don't call me that." I said still not fully awake.
"What? Sunshine?" she giggled. "You may not want to be called sunshine but you sure as hell could use some."
I hated her but she was right. I do need some sun. But one thing that sucks about me is that I cant tan. As soon as she said that her mom walked in.
"Now be nice Stacey. Eat up you two or we're going to be late." Stacey's mom, my foster mom, Lilly, was OK. But compared to my last foster mom she was amazing.
Bailey? I heard a voices call my name from inside my head. What? I said back to the voice. Oh great I'm talking to myself now! I might need therapy. Just give it a week or two here maybe you will actually like it. I told the voice to go away. This is part of the reason some people think I'm crazy.
After I finished my cheerio's I walk to the bathroom which was down the hall and to left from my bed room. It was a small bathroom with a bathtub on the opposite side of the door. The curtain was just plain white and I was surprised not to see any flowers on it. The walls were plain white and on the other side of the door was the toilet. Stacey stood on the left side of the door in front of the sink and mirror putting on make-up. I stood by her left and put on black liquid eye liner and black mascara. Stacey gave me a weird look. I just smiled and finished putting on my make-up.