Aurora McDaniel always knew she was different. From the time when she was little, and made a glass fly to her because she was thirsty, to when she was eight and ended up on the roof while running from her brother. Yes Aurora McDaniel was different, and her parents hated her for it. OK maybe hate is a strong word, they despised Aurora with a passion of a thousand burning suns.
Since she was little and made the glass fly, her 'parents' had started ignoring her. They adored her brother, Mitch, and gave him everything he wanted. Always giving Aurora the leftovers, and sometimes not even those. They made her do all the chores, while Mitch played games, watched the T.V., and never scolded Mitch whenever he bullied Aurora. They would say horrible things to Aurora, calling her a "freak!", and "A complete waste of space."
While others would have turned heartless, and bitter from their cruelness, Aurora continued to be kind, selfless, and benevolent. However sometimes she was sub-servant like, very shy, and she often had trouble standing up for herself because of them. Especially when meeting new people.
"Oi nutty! Mum wants you!" Mitch said. Nutty was what he often called Aurora, because thats what he thought she was. Nuts. "Im coming." "Bet you're in trouble!" he sneered. "Im always in trouble." she mumbled "What was that nutty? Do I need to tell mum that you're mouthin again?" "No, now if you'll excuse me." Aurora moved to go down the stairs but Mitch blocked her. "No what?" Aurora gritted her teeth, "No sir." he smirked, that wasn't so hard was it, Nutty?" She just kept walking.
"You wanted to see me Ma'm?" "What took you so long?" "Im sorry Ma'am." her mother scoffed "Heres a list of chores. Me and Mitch are going to the store, I expect them to be finished by the time where back." Casting Aurora one last, disdainful look, she left the room. Aurora looked at the list, nothing to bad. Wash dishes, iron clothes, clean all the bathrooms, and pluck weeds out of the garden. She took one last look at the list and set to work.
Aurora had just finished pulling the last weed whenever her mother came home. Two hours later found her washing the dishes from the meal she had just cooked. "Mitch would you get the mail?" "Aw but dad! Im playing my game! Make nutty get it!" "Girl! You heard him get the mail!" "Yes sir." Aurora was looking through the mail, pulling out any bills like her father told her, whenever she saw a letter, that was addressed to her.
"Oi! whats that nutty's got?" Her parents looked over to her at Mitch's comment. "I-Its mine. Its ad-addressed to me. S-See?" she showed them the letter addressed to; Aurora McDaniel 59 Havannah avenue, the smallest bedroom.
Her parents exchanged nervous glances. "G-girl, give me that letter." Her father said after a while. Aurora shook her head. "N-no." "What did you just say girl?" He spit the word as if there was something foul on his tongue. Aurora paled and stepped back clutching her letter tight. "I-I said N-no. Its m-mine." At this her father turned purple. "Give me that letter now!" Again she shook her head, to frightened to speak. If possible he turned even more purple and lunged at her.
Her father was a big man. Not really round, but almost pear shaped. He already had white hair, and mustache, but was only fourty-five. So while he tried to grab Aurora, he ended up falling. Giving her plenty of time to run upstairs to her room. Unfortunately her mother was skinny, and quite agile, caught Aurora before she could make it up the stairs.
"I dont think so girl, now hand me the letter." She squeezed Aurora's arm tightly "Hand it to me now!" She gripped harder making Aurora whimper. "Last chance, give me the letter now, or else!" She squeezed even harder ignoring Auroras cry of pain "Give me the bloody letter! Now freak!" Aurora flinched at the name, and reluctantly handed over the letter. Her mother shoved her, making her fall and slam her chin on the stair. "Now go to your room!" She quickly got up and ran to her room.
Aurora could already see a hand shaped bruise forming on her arm, and would probably have another on her chin where she fell. She sighed, wishing she had gotten to look at her letter before it was taken. Aurora ended up falling asleep thinking 'Who would send a letter to me? Im nothing special.'
She would soon find out how wrong she was...