I could hear the steady tapping of keys from the room next to me. Mommy and Daddy are always busy working, so I never get to tell them about my days. But its okay, I'm used to it. I know they're only working so hard so they can take care of me. So even though I want to tell them all about what the kids do to me, have them help me with my homework, and do things as a family, I know that Mommy and Daddy are hard at work trying to take care of me.
So here I'm left, staring out my window longing for my mom to comfort me after a rough day at school. For some reason none of the kids like me. They call me mean names and make rude jokes about me. I try to ignore them, even though it really hurts me.
I stared down at my blank math page, I never do my homework anyways, so why should I start now. I don't understand a word of it and Mommy and Daddy can't help me. I decided to go see if Mommy might have a minute for me. I slowly cracked open the door.
"Mommy?" I whisper.
"What is it Celeste?" Her voice was annoyed and she doesn't even glance at me. I flinched.
"I wanted to know if we could all eat dinner tonight, as a family. Me, You, and Daddy." I said as I took a step in.
"I'll make a deal with you," she says pausing and turning to look at me, "If you go finish your homework and show me its done we can all eat together." She said smiling. I knew she only said this because she knew that I couldn't do it. I nodded and headed back to my room.
I sat and I thought and thought about what to do. I probably sat there for forever and a year before I came up with this great idea. I'd just write down a bunch of different numbers without doing the math! It's easy as pie! Celeste Kinkon, seven year old genius I thought to my self. It has a ring to it.
Real quick I scribbled down a bunch of numbers and then went to go show Mommy. I opened the door and held up my paper high and proud.
"Look Mommy I did my paper. I tried real hard and I finished see?" But then I thought that she may notice that every answer is wrong, so I real quick yanked it down.
She looked at me really careful like over the rim of her glasses. She sighed, "Well, I guess you did. Lets go get Daddy and we'll eat together." After she finished she smiled down at me, "Good job Celeste." And though I felt a little bad for making up answers, it felt good to know Mommy was proud of me.
I sleepily tucked myself away under my covers. I thought about the lovely meal I had with my parents. It was the first meal we had eaten together in over two weeks. I was so overwhelmed by it that I didn't even tell them about the meanie kids at school. Forget them.
But when it was time to go to bed, the thoughts were troubling me. I'm not sure if its worse when they ignore me, or when they call me mean names. All of them were echoing in my head, "Dumb blonde. Stupid. I hate your name. You're ugly. Who would love you? If you'd leave we'd all be better off." Why don't they like me? I never did anything to them.
I was near tears, but I didn't want to cry. I was holding back with all my power, but one teanie tiny tear may have slipped out. I looked over at my window to look at the night sky. I wished I could go up to the stars and be free of all troubles of this stupid place. But when I look outside it didn't look the same.
The stars seemed to be shaking and swirling, like they were coming closer. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing right. I was seeing just fine. I crept off my bed to take a closer look. Peering out, I searched for something that might cause this to happen. When suddenly all the stars rushed towards me in a large blinding light. And before me stood a round mirror shaped ball of light. It was almost blinding.
I wondered what was on the inside. It made me desperate to know, but I didn't have to wait for long. A strong wind that came from apparently nowhere, knocking me harshly into the light. Then, I fell through the portal, through the window.