The Barnett Legacy :: PREVIEW.

[whitlock]

I remember when life was so simple. Playing in a toy box was everything to me. I could play in that thing for hours, stink it up and even on the occasion soil myself. All in the name of enjoyment. I'd play games with my imaginary friends, with the people who actually paid attention to me. They'd listen to me, even though I never made sense and anything that came out of my mind sounded foreign.


She was never there. I was supposed to call her Mother, but I always called her by her first name- Alice. She didn't pay much attention to me, even though I was her only child and her escape from the work force. Sometimes I question if she just wanted the bonus money, the hours off work or the company. I knew it couldn't be the company because any chance she got she'd leave me at the house with some bimbo of a babysitter.


You would think that by the time I was a child, when I could dress myself, bathe myself and sometimes make my own meals, that she would pay some sort of attention to me. Possibly even help me with the homework I seemed to get every day after school.


I was wrong. As soon as I'd leave for school, she would go into my room. I stayed home one day, just to see what she did when I wasn't around. The instant the bus left the curb, she was on my computer, talking to whoever she could find. To top things off, she was pregnant. Another child she'd neglect, no doubt.


I hardly ever went home after school. I didn't want to deal with the feeling of being locked up in a cage. I didn't want to feel like I was a ghost and that Alice would continue her daily life, out in the garden, tending to those inanimate objects that couldn't give her the love and support she needed. Or that I needed really.


My favorite place to hang out was always the Art Museum. My best friend Elias would always meet me there and would almost always help me with my homework. I've never really been that brainy, so his help was always needed. And always appreciated.


Elias was my rock. He was always there when I needed him, always there when I wanted to cry. Always there when I needed someone to vent my frustrations on. He always held his own. He never once raised a hand to me, never once ignored me. It wasn't long before I developed a school girl crush on him.


Life can be dangerous. But it can also be rewarding. I'm thankful to Alice that I have a roof over my head and constant internet access. I'm thankful to Alice that the bills are always paid on time, though she hardly ever works. I'm thankful to Alice for what she has done for me, though that may be scarce.


I'm Anthia Barnett. I was adopted when I was an infant. I live in Sunset Valley with my adoptive mother, Alice. And this is my story.

Comments

[robokitty]

Nice start to your legacy. I like the personality you put in the story. Btw, Alice looks gorgeous in that pic of her on the couch. Her eyes are so clear.

[whitlock]

Thank you! Anthia is very misunderstood and I think that is slowly shining through. Alice is gorgeous! I feel bad that she's the bad guy in this story, though! Thanks for reading xo