The Hypnotist

My name is Avery Winter, but because that name is ugly(no offense) I am called Stella. That is not my middle name, it is Evelyn. Again, insane parents. Stella is because that means star. I am my mother's star. I have five sisters. They are Paige(15), Addison(14), Brooklyn(13), Sydney(13), and Naomi is 12. Those are insane names because I know my mom is insane(no offense). Instead, Paige goes by Serenity, Addison goes by Hope, Brooklyn goes by Destiny, Sydney goes by Faith, and Naomi goes by Harmony. Not one of these are the middle names. I am Avery Winter, 10, it is 2070, and I am a servant.

Not like a servant who serves, but like a servant who does labor work for a rich family. It is basically a slave. Slavery is illegal. Servantry is not. See the difference? I do not. I guess we go by those names because they give us a positive attitude. Being a slave-I mean SERVANT is kind of hard and depressing. Really depressing. 

"Brooky? What happened to Dad?" I asked. I ask this daily. I don't know why I think the answer will be different the next time I ask, but I do. My dad disappeared after I was born. if my mom knows why and where, she doesn't tell us. I wonder about him all I can. What he looks like, is he still alive, why he disappeared. I like to think that he left for a positive reason and will be back someday, but I know that is not true. "i don't know, go to SLEEP!" Brooklyn yelled. 

Oh, you should know that being a servant makes you immortal. The family is also immortal. The parents pick an age for you to stay. The family usually wants an oldest and a youngest. I will always be ten. My mom and dad weren't servants. They lost all they had when, well, I don't know. That is all I know.

"Get up. Avery. Get up.  GET UP AVERY RIGHT NOW!" yelled Brooklyn. My sisters hate that Mom decided to call me Stella because I am her star. They had to come up with names, convince Mom that they were okay, and try to make her say them. She will say them SOMETIMES. My sisters, especially Sydney and Brooklyn, like to call me my middle name. The dreadful Evelyn. They call me that. Being the youngest sucks. I yawned and rolled over. Her ugly face was right there. I smiled evilly and punched. She rubbed her nose and glared at me. I smiled innocently. "Stella, babe, they need you to do the morning chores. Mr. Barlow and Mistress Barlow want you first. Put these clothes on and eat this porridge I made you," Mom said. I looked behind me and of course all five of my sisters were smiling evilly. Fine. I haven't done this in about two months. I smiled back and mouthed,"Let's play hardball,idiots." They nodded and snickered behind their hand. I hardly noticed because I knew the first move I was going to make in this hardball game. And it was going to be EVILLY good.