They Call Her Tala.

2. Dinner

Vixy opens the front door to her house, stuffing one hand into her faded blue hoodie, a matching beanie upon her head. Turning back, the dark haired teenager waves goodbye to her ride, friend, and band mate, Rocky. Tired after a long day at school and equally exhausting band practice, Vixy, known as Victoria at home, trudges up to her bedroom. The checkered bookbag with random white spaces colored in with various shades of blues, greens, and purple, slides off her left shoulder, dragging down the hallway.

Letting the strap of the bag fall from her hand as a ding sounds, alerting that Vixy has recieved a text message, the dark haired teenager pulls out her phone. Reading a text from Rocky, a reminder about the history assignment due the next morning, Vixy opens her poster and sign covered door. Taking a few steps into the room, she responds to her brunette friend. Looking up, Vixy's mouth drops, finding her younger sister, Abigail, propped upon an extra bed, a new addition to the room.

"What the flying fuck?" Vixy crosses her arms. "What are you doing in my room?" Her right leg extends out as she shifts her weight onto her left, her mouth forming a scowl. "I don't know how or where you got this bed, but take it out and go back to your own room."

Abigail kicks her feet back and forth against the pink covered bed. "Mom moved me in here."

"MOM!" Vixy yells, storming out of her room and down the hall. "Mother, this is not cool. I am a teenager. I need my privacy. I really don't need a ten year old bugging me!"

Dr. Morrison raises her hand gently for silence, a tired, but patient, look on her face. "Victoria, how many times do I have to tell you not to curse in front of your sister? And, please, darling. Lower your voice."

"How do you expect me to have my voice lowered? I come home from a long day to find my sister kicking her feet on some pink blanket. A blanket that is on an extra bed that has appeared in my room!" Vixy's hands tug at the bottom of her hoodie, a habit she has that comes about when she is either angry or nervous. "How am I suppose to be a teenager with a ten year old taking bed in MY room?"

"Well, what do you suggest we do?" her mother counters, crossing her arms calmly. "Abigail's old room is currently occupied."

"Put her in the basement!" Vixy's hands fly up in the air, "I don't know. Just anywhere but my room." The teenager falls onto the couch, the leather making noises against her black skinny jeans. Putting her head in her hands, tugging at her bangs, she sighs loudly. "What do you mean her room is occupied?"

Dr. Morrison comes to sit next to her daughter, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Remember the girl from work I mentioned? The one who was found in the woods, living with a pack of wolves?"

"What does that  bag of fleas have to do with anything?"

"Well... I have been given the honour of rehabilitating her into human society... Which means she will be staying with us. As family."

Vixy takes a stand, her hands tugging at the end of her hair as she rants. "You brought a flea bag into the house? Great, mother, just great! Now my kittens are going to get fleas, then my room. Oh, and let's not forget my bed!" Vixy storming back and forth in the room, she continues, "And then I'm going to get fleas and no one will want to be around me. Just great, mom, just fan-fucking-tastic."

"With that attitude? I don't doubt it, Victoria." Her mother stands. "I suggest you tone it down. And I expect you to be nice to your sister."

"Ugh!" Vixy storms out of the room, throwing her hands into the air. "Why do you guys hate me so much!"

Abigail, walking out of Vixy's room, holding Caramel, Vixy's orange-striped kitten, comments in a low tone, "Because you make our eyes burn."

Scowling at her younger sister, Vixy takes her kitten away. "I could say the same about you." Pushing past Abigail, she slams her bedroom closed, locking from the inside. Setting the kitten upon her bed next to her sleeping sister, Ellie, Vixy heads to her personal bathroom.