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Caitlin

A loud knock draws me from my sketches

“Co who’s on the other side

My stepmother saunters in the roo overto show, but Fiona’s always kno to take care of herself Her ant coif Unfortunately, her personality is really lacking, especially when it comes to me

“Why are you bothering with these silly drawings?” she asks, looking down that pointy nose at ood?” Then, she sweeps her arns float like leaves onto the floor “There That’s where those horrific drawings belong”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool, even as my heart races

“Are you here for a reason, Fiona? I’m really busy, actually”

She sniggers

“Is that any way to speak to your dear stepmother?”

I don’t respond because I’m used to Fiona’s nasty attitude Once she leaves et back to work After all, I’ve learned not to listen to her feedback My stepmomtowards n dreams

“Of course, you’re silent like a deaf-rateful little brat I wish your father’s death hadn’t saddled me with the likes of you”

Fiona continues on her rant, but I tune her out Instead, I look at her like I’ My step it She’s tall with a wispy fraer years Even with the fine lines around her eyes and old hair