Okay Barbie

This might seem like a clechay and it probably is. Raven lives in a house with her aunt after her parents died in a bushfire in their old coastal town. She's been shipped off to now bunk with Aunt Stephanie in her tight villa, who isn't as pleasant as she sounds.

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7. I'm not dead yet, am I?

I'm not dead yet, am I? I whispered to myself, hardly speaking. My eyes were shut tight. Where they? No. Around me it was just so dark I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or shut. I paniced and felt around me. Hard surfaces was all it was. I thought I was in a cupboard. That's what it felt like. But cold. I was shivering. My body was freezing. I felt around for a bit more and found something harder that felt sort of like a bump. I fiddled with it a bit more and finally pushed it open. The small door hit  a wall and I climbed out of a small wooden box and fell onto a slippery cold earth.

I was outside. But how could that be? Had my Aunt Steph abandomed me for a cruel joke to satisfy her filthy humour? Of course not? But then, why not? She was, after all, my Aunt Steph. But how impossible can it be that she is related to me or my mother. Or was it my father? Frankily, I never knew. Because I had no clue she had existed, until I met her. And she was fine.

It was snowing. Gross.  I hate snow. I really hate it.
"Hey!" came a smooth musical voice. I spun around. A tall woman with impossibly unnaturally blonde curls and massive high heels and a cheetah-print fluffy winter coat was standing there gawking at me. Her face seemed to emasculate. And her smile became a droopy, scary frown.
"Where are her clothes?"
I realised I was cold. The woman looked at me in disgust. I wasn't naked. Thank God.
But I was dressed for the day at the beach on a tropical island or something. I was in board shorts and a Beatles shirt. They were backups incase the weather was warmer. Aunt Stephanie wanted me to suffer in this in somewhere cold. As if I cared. I was far away from anywhere warm. Which meant hopefully I was far enough from her as I could be. Hopefully. But then . . .

"It's okay Effy. Raven stand up." It was Aunt Stephanie. Dressed in a church dress with stockings and a cardigan. Her arms were folded and her hair was out, flapping around her face in the wind.
"Steph, what is with this niece of yours? She's so . . . odd."
"Where the hell am I?" I rudely demanded.
"Oh my!"  Effy jumped. "Poo mouth!"
"Darling Raven," Aunt Stephanie laughed, "Your home of course."
"What? Why . . . ?"
"Because . . ."
"This is assault! I can call the police on you."
"Number one, it's not assault, number two, with what? And number three, you asked why so let me finish."
I stood and shivered in the frosty air. "Go on then."
"The reason I brought you here . . ."
Aunt Stephanie paused. "Oh Effy," She said sarcastically, "How ever will I tell her?" Her sympathy was fake.
". . . because I'm leaving you here."

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