No Place like Spamily (Editing & Ongoing)

Prologue

I sniffled as I grabbed my duffel bag from under my bed and placed it ontop of it. I walked to the dresser, pulled open the drawer and scooped up my clothes and threw them into the leather bag. It's happening again. I can't believe it's happening again. Oh, God. Why again? What did I do this time? But of course, I couldn't find out because I was to dumb to figure it out. I never could figure anything out for myself. I was stupid that way.

I opened up other drawer and scooped up another set of my clothes. This time, I sobbed, not meaning for it to escape. This happened more than once and I couldn't help that. I cried every time and didn't know why. I always got myself attached to much to the family who took me in. When they probably didn't really even love me from the beginning.

I sniffled again and wiped my nose with my palm. I looked down at the duffel bag and saw I needed to pack all my stuff. I went into the bathroom that was connected to my room and snatched up everything that was mine and walked out. I threw it into my make-up kit and looked around the room. What else was I forgetting? At this home, I didn't buy much stuff for myself. Not that my foster parents would have brought something for me. Each home I got shorter of clothes and personal supplies. I just couldn't keep up.

I went to the closet, slid it open and grabbed a handful of clothes on the hangers and went around to stand in front of my duffel. I jumped when a voice entered the silence in the room minus my sniffling.

"Um, what are you doing with those clothes?"

I stopped mid-air and looked over at my foster sister. I was choked up because I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed because I hated to pack in front of people.

"Well, I..." I stuttered. "I was just...packing andㅡ"

"I see that but, why are you packing our clothes?"

I looked down at the clothes in my hands then back up at her. I was lost for words. These were my clothes. They were brought for me.

"But, these clothes...they were brought for me." I decided to state that clearly.

"Yeah, brought for you when you were staying here." She walked deeper into my room and stood by me. "But now that you're not anymore," She grabbed the clothes from my hands and placed them on the bed. "They aren't yours. Anymore."

I suddenly felt betrayed out of the blue. It was weird and I shouldn't be feeling this way. This was natural for her. She hated me from the start I started living here. This attitude of hers wasn't new to me. It was like I was living with the evil ugly step sister.

"But I need clothes," I heard myself say softly. "Iㅡ"

She rose up a finger and shook it. "Don't give me, 'I wore these clothes so it makes them mine.' quote." Her blue eyes rolled in the sockets. She scoffed. "As if."

I went to protest but she spoke before me.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she obliged. "But you didn't buy them, so..."

"It wasn't my fault that I didn't get allowance," I muttered. That actually was a lie. I got allowance after I did chores, but it wasn't enough to buy any clothes. Not good looking ones at that. I realized I was getting ripped off. Even on my birthday, I didn't get anything because my family always said they didn't remember that the day was my birthday so when I reminded them, they just baked me a cake and gave me a kiss on the head. It was getting to the point where I forgot I had a birthday.

She mockly clicked her tongue. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't run life and even if I did, I didn't help ruin yours." She scooped up the clothes she took from my hands into her arms and skid out my soon-to-not-be room anymore.