Because of you ch.2
Hey everyone! Just a note, the bold italics are memories. Enjoy!
I stared at the kids. The oldest couldn't be older than I was, and the youngest looked about 5, while the middle one looked about 7. (If you're wondering, and/ or if I haven't mentioned it before, I'm 11.) "Hey scratchy, who's she?" the oldest said. He was wearing baggy tan pants, held up by a large black belt. "Kids, zis iz Stephanie, ya? She iz my foster child." Scratchy explained. "Nice to meet you." I said, smiling. "So, where ya from?" the middle one said. He had on a turquoise turtleneck, a red backwards baseball cap. The thing that got me about him was that he had a British-ish accent. "Michigan." I answered. "So how did you end up here?" the youngest asked. She had a pink skirt with a daisy in her hair. "I-I don't want to talk about it." I said somewhat hastily. "Ok, we get it. Oh hey, we never introduced ourselves!" the oldest inquired. "I'm Yakko, the girl over there is Dot, and the middle one here is Wakko." "Excuse me, but may ze start please?" scratchy asked. "ok." I said. I went over to his desk, got out my laptop and my ear buds, logged into , and turned up the music until it was at 100%. a song started that pulled me into a memory…
In a blink of an eye
I never got to say goodbye
Muskegon, Michigan, age nine, dunes behind grandma's house.
"hurry UP, Steph!" Yemen yelled. He and warren were waiting at the top of the tallest dune behind grandma Beth's house. "I'm coming! It's not my fault my legs are half the size as yours!" Stephanie yelled back. She mad it up where her brothers stood, looked out and gasped. The sun was just setting, the last pink light of day sinking below the horizon. She felt her brother's arm around her shoulders, and looked at him. The light was reflecting off his blue eyes, making them seem unearthly beautiful….
I jerked back into the present at the tap at my shoulder. I paused my music and looked around. No one there. Another tap. Still no one. "ok, enough with the games, you guys. My brothers used to to the same thing to me." I called. With a thrill of horror I realized I had mentioned my brothers. Oh, crap. I thought. "your brothers? You never said you had brothers!" Wakko said indignantly, coming out from behind me. "we- we were separated. When we were taken into foster care." I said quietly. I felt somewhat choked up. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Hey, don't worry about it. Want to come back to the water tower with us? you'd get to know us better, since it looks like we are going to be you're only form of entertainment around here." Yakko asked. "sure why not?" I looked at Scratchy. He was busy talking to the boob nurse. I smiled and ran out after the Warners.