As the soft warm glow of the morning sunlight slipped through the torn dusty faded blue curtains in the attic my small dated alarm clock went off. BEPBEP BEPBEP BEPBEPBEP "Ugggg Shut up you evil piece of junk!" I reached out and fumbled with turning the annoying alarm off. The endless morning battle between me and my alarm clock is just another part of my unchanging routine. I know no one likes mornings but I especially hate them, for it means the night is over and reality sets in. "SITA!" My aunts shrill and sharp voice called, "Hurry up and get down here my breakfast isn't going to make itself!" Yup just like every other day reality sets in and reminds me that my parents are dead and I am nothing but a slave to my horrible aunt. Putting on my navy blue school uniform I brushed my long wavy red hair that framed my freckled face. Leaving my room/attic I carefully made my way down the steep old creaky stairs. I wouldn't be surprised if these stairs gave way causing me to crash to the ground I thought to myself. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs I found myself face to face with a very pissed off aunt Shirley. "What is taking you so long with my breakfast! You worthless piece of trash hurry it up already." After my parents died in a car crash Aunt Shirley took me in being as I was only 5 years old, and since then I have been her slave. Quickly as I could I made breakfast of eggs with toast and poured her a glass OJ. "Finally I nearly died of hunger waiting for you to make me my meal. Now get out of my sight and go to school before I lose my appetite." Aunt Shirley said as she began to butter her toast. Relief flooded over me as I grabbed my bag to leave; school isn't my favorite thing in the world but anywhere is better then being stuck in a house with my aunt. As I made my way to the front door trying not to appear to anxious for the freedom that was just beyond it aunt Shirley called for me to come here. This can not be good I thought as my feet carried me back towards her and away from freedom. "Yes aunt Shirley?" I asked politely; being polite to my aunt was something I was taught to use when addressing her for any other tone or attitude met a strict and painful punishment. Just thinking about it made scares from past punishments sting." Sita I almost forgot being that you are now sixteen I have something I must give you." In all the years I have lived with my aunt not once has she ever given me something. The utter shock I was feeling must have shown on my face, for she glared at me as if it sickened her to see my emotions. "Aunt Shirley " I began nervously "why do you suddenly wish to give me something?" At this she snapped obviously not liking the question I asked "Why you disrespectful piece of trash! Out of the kindness of my heart I took you in after my careless sister got herself killed and now you have the gall to question me when I am giving you a gift!" This is not the first time my aunt has snapped at me it has happened many times before and when I was small I would cry in fear but doing so only makes it worse. Looking down at my feet I said my apology "I'm sorry aunt Shirley I don't know what I was thinking." I hate the control she has on me all I want is to leave this house so I can be rid of this evil woman. As her face shifted into a smirk I had to fight the urge to punch her. I could picture her surprise when I would punch her so hard that her nasty little smirk would be wiped clean off her face. Aunt Shirley's voice brought me back to what was happening "here take it!" She flung a small wooden box at me; thankfully my quick reflexes allowed me to catch the box. Inside was a necklace it had a deep dark red gem attached to a gold chain it had to be the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. " I'm sure you don't remember but that was your mothers she always said that it was going to be yours when you turned sixteen." Aunt Shirley's voice was softer now as if remembering. It was odd to see my aunt show any sign that she cares but the expression on her face right now obviously meant she loved her sister. Noticing me looking at her she quickly turned back to normal "What are you doing just gawking like an idiot you ungrateful brat when someone gives you something then they expect a thank you." Gripping tightly onto my mothers necklace I thanked my aunt and hurried off to school.
Outside I was able to finally breath; taking a huge gulp of fresh cool air I felt my self relax. Walking along the pathway towards my school I began to think of life before my parents death and how different it was. Before their death me my mom and dad all lived in Chicago in a apartment near our family run deli. Often I would help out or at least help as much as a kid younger then the age of five can. Yet after their death I was sent to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to live with a aunt I never met." Now I can see why I never met her." I said aloud to no one in particular, great now i'm talking to my self I though as I continued on my way to school. Not everything is bad here I mean after all I met my best friend Oadira here. I don't know how but even when I am having my worst day ever she is able to make me feel better. Having been lost in though I didn't even realize that I had made it to Taylor Allerdice High where students were everywhere chatting with their groups of friends. Every group is different, there are the jocks and cheerleaders, the studious group which is different from the nerds, and you have the emo and druggy groups. All which as any high school student would know are categorized into social hierarchy which is more complicated then the U.N security system. I my self don't really belong to a group I only have Oadira as a friend and I don't participate in any after school activities so I don't know where I fit in. While grabbing my books for world history I spotted a familiar blond head bobbing though the crowd. "Hey Oadira" I said as I closed my locker and turned to my best friend." OMG!! scarlet you will never guess what happened last night it was super amazing!" I laughed "Oadira you think everything that happens is super amazing, you could see a leaf fall and think it was the coolest think in the world." I pointed out "Ohh shut up." Oadira said jokingly and stuck her tongue out at me. On our way to world history Oadira told me about her amazing story, about thinking she woke up at noon and was late to school when it was actually midnight. Just as Oadira was finishing the first bell rang. Moving faster now towards class Oadira began to ask me a question. “ So how’s your aunt is she still treating you like a slave?” I laughed and replied sarcastically ,“ of coarse why if she wasn’t then it would mean either two things one that she was deadly ill or two all hell has frozen over” Laughing Oadira punched my arm " No really I'm worried I mean you go by a separate name because of how she treats you, and if that doesn’t show how badly you are treated I don’t know what would. Seriously now I just want to make sure my best friend is alright." It is true my aunt calls my name like it is a slave name, for she says it with such spite and hatred that it tormented me to the point of needing a new name. That's why I prefer to go by Scarlet a name of my own. “OMG something is wrong what happened what did your aunt do to you this time!?” A angry and worried Oadira shrieked taking my silence as a bad sign, as she continued to bombard me with questions. “ Did she hurt you? Where are you hurt? Did she threaten you not to tell?! You can’t let her stop you from telling what she did is illegal it has to be!” Putting my hand up to stop the assault of questions I began to explain. “Oadira it’s ok calm down she didn’t hurt me or threaten me nothing like that; in fact she gave me a gift.” At first Oadira looked confused but soon lit up with understanding. “Oh I get it your sick! You must be really ill to be hallucinating about getting a gift from your aunt come on ill take you to the nurse.” Digging my heels into the ground in protest I stopped Oadira from dragging me. “ I’m not ill it’s true look.” Pulling out the small box that held my mothers necklace I continued, “ This is a necklace my mom left for me when I turned sixteen. Only my dumb aunt forgot and gave it to me now five months after I became sixteen.” Handing Oadira the box she picked up the necklace and began to study it. “ Well your mother has good taste that’s for sure the simplicity of the necklace makes it just all the more beautiful.” Coming closer Oadira put the necklace around my neck “ And since it is now yours I think you should wear it. Plus it looks really good on you red is certainly your color.” Oadira said smiling ; as we made are way over to world history I couldn’t help but clasp my hand over the red gem after all I felt more complete, if that is even possible with it on. When I asked Oadira if it was odd to feel more whole with it on she simply turned to me and said. “ Of coarse it’s normal silly that was your mothers wearing it connects you to her.” Could it be true was this necklace connected to my mother? Either way I was glad to have it and I never wanted to take it off.
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