An intense and bright light woke me up.
Some people like to call it the sun. I call it “a way for people to get blinded as soon as they open their eyes” (not really; that would be stupid). Of course, it’s my aunt’s fault. She opened the curtains. She told me today we have to go shopping to get a bunch of stuff for school.
Oh, that’s right.
I’m Kylie Winters, before I forget to mention it. Fourteen years old. I just moved house. House? We’re actually staying in a flat now that it’s just the two of us. Where from? Where to? Doesn’t matter.
It’s a Saturday today, so we’re going to the highstreet to get my uniform and a load of other things for school. I hate shopping. It’s also pretty cold outside because we’re currently in November.
That means I’ve already missed out on the beginning of the academic year, but I don’t mind, since I’m living with my aunt. She’ll help me out wherever I need it.
My aunt’s like my mum – as in the figure, not my actual mum, who left us – because she took me in when I had just turned 10 and has taken care of me since.
I had a sister at some point in my life – or I think I still have one…I don’t really know. I think I also had a dad. The man who married my mum is still alive and well, except for he doesn’t live with us. And he has another family now. I haven’t seen or heard from him for almost twice as many years as I’ve lived with my aunt or been away from my mum.
I’m not too excited about going to this new school, but it does sound nice to get away from everything and everyone back at my old home. I say “old” because I have a new home now.
My aunt laughed at my urge to stay in bed. I groaned and turned over and buried my face in the pillow to hide from the light.
“Aw, come on Kylie. Get up, now.”
I tried to nod, though it appeared more like I was trying to get my head comfortable.
I would have fallen back asleep, but a pair of hands mercilessly pulled my duvet off me. The temperature felt like it had dropped into the minuses. I felt I was slowly freezing up.
“Okay,” I moaned and dragged myself up. I rubbed my eyes and made a deformed position when I yawned. Then I crawled out of bed and slumped all the way to the bath. Brushing my teeth became extremely difficult because I was unable to aim and somehow managed to apply toothpaste to my cheek and chin, yet completely missed my mouth.
I heard her make her way to the kitchen.
When the smell of fried egg wafted its way into my nose, motivation found me and supplied me enough energy to make it to the table after I’d cleaned myself up.
Just in time to see her flip a fried egg into a plate for herself, and another into another plate for me, I sat down at one end of the small table we had and waited for her to join me.
“So…what’s the plan,” I asked her once she finally did. I picked up the fork and knife and started cutting a bit of the egg white.
There was a silence as she poured me some juice, then herself.
“Go, get the groceries, get your uniform, get your stationery, come back. That’s about all there is to it, really.”
There was a knock at the door.
She was about to get up to answer it, but I stopped her and walked over to the door. As soon as I opened it, a short woman brought out a magazine and began talking about whether or not I would be interested in purchasing some-
The door was closed again. The woman, on the other side, was stunned by my rudeness.
I rejoined my aunt at the table and continued eating.
I also forgot to mention I’m a little difficult to talk to. I’m as cold now as my name says, and I really hate dishonest people. Maybe I've got my parents to thank for that. I don't exactly have "trust issues" but I like to know a person through before I want to put their loyalty to the test. I also like people who know how to keep their mouths shut, computer games, and Jaffa Cakes.