I took a really deep breath, wincing when it caught in my chest slightly, and walked up to the green and blue house. It looked exactly like it's picture in the bio they sent me- except that the picture had had more vibrant colors. The actual house was very washed-out; like the sea. i really liked it- for really obvious reasons. At least, to me, it was obvious.

I was up to the door then- I rang the silver doorbell that was on the side of the door alcove. I could hear it reverberate inside- the house was pretty big.

I waited for a few minutes, and then the door opened to show a woman and a man. The woman was well-dressed, but simply- a green v-neck top and forest green pants. She had an aura of peace and motherly love around her- it made me wonder why Momma didn't.

The man was very different. He had a suit on- beige and black- with slacks. He was obviously going somewhere- who would wear something like that in their own home, when they didn't have to? He had a business feel to him- just like my mother, except crisper.

"Hello?" the woman said. I immediately liked her- and I don't like most everyone. At least, I liked her until I noticed her plastered smile.

"Hi." I whispered, "I'm Sila."

The woman smiled while the man frowned, but both gave me the once-over. Both saw something that they obviously liked, but from the creepy look in the man's eyes, I suspected that the something was very, very different.

"Hi, honey- my name's Abigale, and this is my husband, Davyd. I hope you'll call us Mom and Dad soon." I was not going to like them- that much was obvious. She was a perpetually happy person, or so was my impression, and he was a pervert or something- he still was giving me that look. Creep.

I smiled at her, and she waved me inside. They both followed me as I went into the house I would call 'home' for the next few years- or weeks. Maybe this would be the house I stayed in until I was eighteen. But I doubted it- Abigale would get on my nerves, and I'd probably do the same to her. And Davyd...

I wouldn't think about that. No more lawsuits and angry accusations for me. No more jail friends.

I walked into a bright, airy kitchen, covered in yellows and blues. It was way too much for one room- especially one with only one window. I tried not to wince as Abigale beamed around and Davyd shamelessly showed his distaste.

"This is the kitchen," she said unnecessarily.

Then she went to a hallway that was out of the way, and said, "Your bedroom is this way- I have several colors that you can pick from."

So I followed her in a medium sized room. I blinked at the whiteness of this room- so different, and yet similar, to the kitchen. It had a blankness that I hated- it reminded me of my first home, in a way.

"So, I have the paint swatches over here," she said, and babbled on about how we were going to get along famously, or some other crap like that. I didn't truly hear her, because the amount of paint swatches in front of me was staggering. Ranging from the whitest white to the darkest black, I felt like I was in artist heaven. Of course, I would rather be in writer's heaven, but at least I was in a heaven of sorts.

"I'll serve lunch in a few minutes, Sila- you should probably put your stuff down in here, at least until we start painting."

I started slightly and nodded, glad that Davyd had lost interest and was gone. He seriously freaked me out when he looked at me that way. But, that's kinda the story of my life. Things freak me out- I get used to them.

I dropped my backpack down on the floor- it didn't have anything breakable in it, except for a few pens that were easily replaced, so I wasn't careful with it.

Then I took out one of my numerous writing pads and glanced at it. Aire's story- perfect. She knew what it was like to feel different in a world where 'different' gets you shunned. I could put some of my new experiences down in a way that won't get me in trouble with anyone.

"Sila?" I heard Abigale say. "Are you coming?"

"Be right there," I called, sighing a little. I knelt down and placed Aire's story back into my bag carefully- the stories were treasure troves of my experiences. They might help me survive the world without a loving mother and father to guide me- at least in monetary issues.

I walked out of the room- my room- and into the ostentatious kitchen/dining room, where Abigale and Davyd were already seated. I smiled slightly awkwardly, and sat down next to Abigale. Immediately, Davyd's face became stern, and he glared at me, making me shiver with the fire I could sense behind his eyes. I didn't like fire in the slightest. Not since the fire.

"So, how do you like the room?" she asked excitedly. I shrugged.

"It's really white." Her face fell slightly. "But it'll be OK when it's painted." I hastened to add, not wanting to upset her already.

Her face brightened. "Good," she said decisively, "Then we'll paint it as soon as possible. You can pick out some colors after lunch, and then we'll go and get them before the store closes. We'll paint tomorrow." She smiled- she was obviously someone that loved planning. I hated planning- too much work, and everything usually went awry if I planned. It couldn't go wrong if I didn't know how it was going to go.

I nodded, and quickly finished my lunch- a turkey sandwich with mayo, lettuce, and tomato. I actually enjoyed it, despite being a vegetarian.

Then I raced off to quickly pick a few colors- some sea blues and greens- and write some of Aire's story.

Well, here's the first real chapter of 'Momma, why?'

It's longer than I planned, but then again, I don't plan.

Aire is an OC of mine- she isn't posted anywhere, but I am working on finishing her story.