• My drab bedroom in this lonely, run-down foster home had a naturally acrid scent. This place was absolutely splendid. Why am I here you ask? Well let's start off ten years ago, when I was four.

    I looked up at mommy with my big baby blues. I remember her smiling down at me. I saw daddy walking over to mommy. He was suspicious looking. Next thing I know, mommy was on the ground bleeding heavily from the neck. He slashed her throat. He went for me but, ignoring what my mother had told me many times, I ran out in the road without looking both ways. Now that little action right there saved my life. I had gotten across the street, but my dad being old and sluggish, was still in the middle of the street. A big ford pick-up hit him. All I know, he fractured his neck and dropped dead.

    I didn't have any close relatives living in the area so I've been in and out of foster homes my whole life. but today, some one has finally decided to adopt me. I'm four-teen if you haven't already guessed. I was waiting for them to come take me to my new home. I sat down and worked on the sheet music for something I was working on. It soudned like a mix of Time by Hans Zimmer and Liberty by Hans Zemmer. It wasn't exactly like the two though. It was different. There were parts that would remind you of them but no, it was still different.

    "Skyler, dear. Come here please." I heard my foster mother calling me. She was a sweet old woman, really, but she was too naive. If there's a time, I will go into that naivety later. I picked up my two suitcases full of stuff and balanced my digital piano on the two and slowly stepped downstairs, careful not to drop anything. I had already put my sheet music into the case for my digital piano so I wasn't forgetting anything.

    I looked at the couple that I'd only seen a couple of times before. The woman was young, I believe her name was Alex. She was tall, big boobs, and a nice figure. Like, pornstar nice. Her husband, Dante, was also tall, long black hair tied in a tight ponytail, green eyes, and a slim figure. I bet he was just the bee's knees in high school.

    "Hello Skyler!" Alex, or now my adoptive mother, greeted me.

    "Hello, mom," I greeted back icily.

    "You don't have to call me mom, sweetie!" She smiled great and big.

    "I realized that. You're just my adoptive mother now, so I thought, 'Why not?'" Her husband spoke next.

    "I think me and you are going to be good friends. You seem like an intelligent smart alec." He smiled a s**t eating grin.

    "I'm sure." I stared at him and frowned. This was going to be a long four years.