Chatterbox: Inkwell

For the Forgotten

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Prologue:

I’ve never been someone to remember and always been someone to forget. As a baby I was 'forgotten' by my mother on　a doorstep in downtown New York. As a child, kids 'forgot' me as they ran with their friends on the playground. Now, as a teenager, I am entering the world on my own. My parents Genie and Kip; the only ones who ever bothered to remember me, died in a fire two months ago. Now that all the court excitement has settled down, it has been decided that I will stay with my neighbor. My name is Fyne Mulligan, and this is my story.

Fyne sat on the plaid couch in her neighbor’s living room. It seemed so funny, she had been there a million times, and yet it was like she hardly knew the place. Lisa walked in the room, her high heels clicking on the wood floor. She cautiously put her hand on Fyne’s shoulder. "Fyne, I’m off to work. Will you be ready for school in time?"

"Okay, time to get dressed." She whispered, forcing herself up the stairs and into her room. The room was pretty enough, with a pink crème and light brown theme. It was nothing like her old room of course. Lisa had offered to replicate it, but Fyne knew that nobody could take the tears, laughs, and kisses, out of that room and shove it into a new one. No, this was just fine.

Fyne walked over to her closet and threw open the door. She picked out a simple red skirt and black blouse combo, with pearly pink flats. She shimmied out of her pajamas and pulled on the outfit before she twirled around to face the full-length mirror. "It’s alright." That was what she said, but Fyne loved the way that the red looked against her ivory skin, and how her long brown hair hung around her knees in waves.

The clock suddenly blasted out the alarm, signaling that Fyne had thirty minutes left. She rushed into the bathroom, shoved a black headband in her hair, and applied her makeup skillfully and quickly. Grabbing her backpack, she ran out the door and hopped on her skateboard. This was the only time she felt free. On her skateboard, with the wind blowing her long hair back in billows, she felt calm and like nothing else in the world mattered. This was the time she could forget everyone around her, instead of everyone forgetting her.

Not paying attention. I didn't see the tall pale girl until I slammed into her. "Hey, watch it!" she screamed, as I was thrown off my skateboard and into the street. An oncoming car rushed at me, but I was frozen. I heard a horn honk, and the car slammed on it's breaks, but it was already to late to stop! I was silent as I watched my fate heading toward me....