Broken

Chapter Eleven

*credits to the artist*

If you are wondering why sudden poetic lines interrupt the story with this { surrounding it, it is SONG LYRICS ARIADNE REMEMBERS. If you see this/, it's IN A MEMORY.
- Kira

/Mom threw down the pencil. "Look at you. Your radiate negitive energy. "

I sat there, knees drawn up to my chest, my face resting on top of them, my expression the farthest from enthusiasm.

She glared at me. "Put your feet down. Sit up. Smile."

I didn't move. I was fed up with this.

"I cannot tolerate this kind of behavior." My mom stood up. " It's a sacrifice to homeschool, it takes up my time. And what do you repay me with? A negitive attitude."

My posture or expression didn't even twitch.

" You know what? You can go to school. I'm done. Go to middle school."

What the Heck?

" I'll sign you up tomorrow and get your vaccination shots done."

This is ironic.

She started drying dishes and glanced back at me. "Look at you. You look miserable. You feed my time with negitive energy I don't need. Why are you making life so hard for yourself? By doing so, you're making mine worse, too. Go to middle school. Socialize. That'll change you."

Seriously?

"Do you understand the use of plural indefinite pronouns?"

No.

"Yes."

"Good." /

I huffed and hobbled along on my burned leg. Ow.

What was up with that pyro kid?

Just smacked into him and BOOM my leg's on fire.

Along with a ring of flames.

Then a bomb fell from the sky. How nice.

I looked down at myself again, trying to figure out why I hadn't been hit by shrapnel by some miracle.

Again, WHO'S BOMBS???

I grumbled and raided a nearby gas station, stuffing a whole Twinkie into my mouth. It was so sweet and sugary I nearly spat it out, but my stomach gratefully welcomed it.

Suddenly my heart rate increased and my chest gained a stabbing pain.

I clutched my chest for a moment before the pain subsided. That happened all the time, even before the bombs. Heart problems ran in my dad's family.

I wiped sweat off my forehead and continued to chew, but this time a pain in my mouth stopped me.

"Ow!" I complained, discovering a new canker sore.

After eating and taking all the food and drink I could carry, I continued my trek to nowhere.

Where was my family?

I remembered Elizabeth, the sister I always looked up to, who usually worked shifts at a local cafe. She was so pretty. We don't even look related.



*Credits to the artist*

And Naho, the darling little young one.



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My heart ached. I missed my sisters.

I hoped they all had the sense to stay together and not wander off.

Mom. Dad. Aaron. Brandon.

Maybe I didn't get along with my mom very well, but I still hoped she was safe.