KANdragonart
The Six Lands
My eyes peeled open as the sun trickled through the creme curtains and stabbed my eyes. My head buried deeper into the flat hotel pillow. I did not want to get up yet nor did I want to be on this trip with my foster parents. I tried to relax so I could doze off for at least a few more minutes. Then my eyes flew open. Today was the last day of our trip! Which was being spent on a cruise ship in the bay. I sighed with relief at this realization.
I heard my foster parents begin to stir and tumbled out of bed, the sound of my footsteps was absorbed by the milky white carpet, making my way to the bathroom before they could. I looked back at the tan blanketed beds to see if they were at least still in bed. I wanted some time to myself for a moment. The flicker of the tv against the sky blue walls of the small hotel room faded as I closed the ivory bathroom door. An exhausted sigh escaped me as I locked the door and turned on the lights, illuminating the marble gray bathroom. I turned the faucet to cold and splashed my face in the porcelain sink in the hope of feeling revived. But when I looked into the large mounted mirror the girl who gazed back had tired clover green eyes with dark heavy bags weighing them down. My bright auburn red hair stuck up in every direction in a static, curly, frizzy mess. I shook my head and pat my heavily freckled cheeks to wake myself. I took a deep breath, "I am Kayleigh." I paused afraid of how my name would feel. Afraid that it would feel the same as the day before. "Kayleigh Smith..." This was a habit I had developed when I was little. Every morning and evening, in whatever bathroom I had, looking at my 4'11 curvy figure in the eyes. It had given me the hope that one day, a family's last name would sound like it belonged to me too. But as soon as the last name escaped my lips, as it had for the past 16 years, the puzzle failed to fit. I sighed rubbing my face in frustration. I just wanted- then my thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
Mrs. Smith's voice was muffled as she spoke through the door. It was raspy from years of heavy smoking that led to throat cancer. After nearly a decade of fighting it, she was pronounced cancer-free. Since then she had vowed to live to the fullest and help others have an easier life. That was part of the reason why I hoped she and Mr. Smith would be my forever family. They were good people. It was nearly impossible to find that now. But I knew in my gut that they were not my missing puzzle.
(Lemme know what ya'll think!)
I heard my foster parents begin to stir and tumbled out of bed, the sound of my footsteps was absorbed by the milky white carpet, making my way to the bathroom before they could. I looked back at the tan blanketed beds to see if they were at least still in bed. I wanted some time to myself for a moment. The flicker of the tv against the sky blue walls of the small hotel room faded as I closed the ivory bathroom door. An exhausted sigh escaped me as I locked the door and turned on the lights, illuminating the marble gray bathroom. I turned the faucet to cold and splashed my face in the porcelain sink in the hope of feeling revived. But when I looked into the large mounted mirror the girl who gazed back had tired clover green eyes with dark heavy bags weighing them down. My bright auburn red hair stuck up in every direction in a static, curly, frizzy mess. I shook my head and pat my heavily freckled cheeks to wake myself. I took a deep breath, "I am Kayleigh." I paused afraid of how my name would feel. Afraid that it would feel the same as the day before. "Kayleigh Smith..." This was a habit I had developed when I was little. Every morning and evening, in whatever bathroom I had, looking at my 4'11 curvy figure in the eyes. It had given me the hope that one day, a family's last name would sound like it belonged to me too. But as soon as the last name escaped my lips, as it had for the past 16 years, the puzzle failed to fit. I sighed rubbing my face in frustration. I just wanted- then my thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
Mrs. Smith's voice was muffled as she spoke through the door. It was raspy from years of heavy smoking that led to throat cancer. After nearly a decade of fighting it, she was pronounced cancer-free. Since then she had vowed to live to the fullest and help others have an easier life. That was part of the reason why I hoped she and Mr. Smith would be my forever family. They were good people. It was nearly impossible to find that now. But I knew in my gut that they were not my missing puzzle.
(Lemme know what ya'll think!)