Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

She shook her head. “It’s fine dear, if we make you so miserable, than, you should go.” I shook my head. I went into her ear now.
“You don’t make me miserable, it’s the other

person in the room.” She looked back at him now.
“Glytherin,” she said. “Can you leave for a moment while I pick out a potion for Orphelia, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want you here.” I nodded reassuring him. He smiled tightly and then left. “Ok,” she said. “Now that he’s gone, what do you think you’re lacking?” I thought for a moment.
“What was I lacking?” I said more to myself than to the old woman in the room. "Sorry, i didn't mean to say that aloud."
“Well,” the woman said. “If you want the potion off, I can give you something, it undoes potions. It’s a little hot and spicy though. You might want water.” She handed me the potion.
“I don't want to take any potions right now. I feel too uncomfortable having to drink something that makes my personality different. What might this do?” I was talking aloud again. I quickly put this other thing to my lips again and began to swallow.
Immediately after three agitating gulps, I dropped it to the ground. This one tasted a little like Red Hot bubble gum in liquid form. I swallowed the remains of it sticking to my taste buds. “Ow.” I said as it edged my throat.
“I know,” she said. “It’s not the best tasting.” She began taking potions from off of the shelves and put six in a paper bag. “Ok,” she said. “I want you to eye all of them, but whenever you want to drink some, take sips at a time. They can be very painful once taken in with too much at a time.” I nodded. “I just gave some things that you might’ve lacked. You can go home now; I don’t want you to be out passed curfew.”
Curfew was a couple of minutes ago. Tonight, I was supposed to come home exactly at 7:00 so we could all have dinner. I was so late. “Thanks,” I said.

I was walked out of the door as a few people said goodbye, but mostly only Elizabeth. She was probably the only one excited to see me there. Glytherin stayed in his room for the rest of the time.
I walked outside on the front porch and began looking through the bag. I pulled out a transparent purple bottle with reddish liquid inside. Bravery

. I pulled out another, this time green. Happiness

. Another one was the orange bottle. Why the heck would she give me that!? The rest of the three stood for, abundance

, boldness

, and last but not least, unthoughtfulness

. First of all this wasn’t a word, and second, who wouldn’t want to be thoughtful? Bravery, I guess I wasn’t brave. Happiness, I guess I wasn’t happy, the orange one, I must speak my mind. Abundance, I should be a little bit more into things. Boldness, be a woman? Last, unthoughtfulness. I thought too much? While having this process in my mind, I walked up to my front door.
It was Friday and eight o’clock, I went to an old woman's house, took some potions, took a bus back home, and then now, I'm arriving. I opened my door with a key I had. To a first look inside, I realized no one was even there. I wandered around in the dark apartment. My father’s work boots were next to the front door. He was home? I stepped over to the refrigerator. On top it said,

Went to dinner without you, you should really carry your phone as well. I’m disappointed in you Ophelia, you’re better than this. Be ready to have a very thorough argument. Dad.

I sighed. I was so sorry right now, I wanted to call him and say, it’s not my fault. I was dragged down by an old woman, she was introducing some things to me! Had my father known what I was? If he did, maybe I could tell him and he’d understand, but if he didn’t, then what was I going to do. I stepped into my bedroom where a bunch of notes were left on my bed. I scanned over all of them, they were all from Shane. “I hate Shane!” I yelled. Why was he in love me? It’s...weird.

Love Notes Can Be Written

I was being grounded. I’ve been home all Saturday and Sunday. I went straight on the school bus and straight back home too. When Glytherin announced to the whole school what had happened. He’d been in a few problems and avoided my sight of him and wouldn’t talk to me any longer.
Now, Saturday was coming around again. I’d be off of this grown up timeout and be heading somewhere else. Where would I go though? I had no friends, no afternoon studies, no hangout areas. What would I do? Saturday was my birthday and my dad was out of town again and it was estimated that he wouldn’t come back for another while. I had no one but Shane and Shane hated me at the moment.

A Week Later (Saturday)

My eye lids lightly go up away from my eyes as I open them to Shane’s face over me now. He kissed my cheek. “Hello Orphelia,” he said delightedly. “You seem to be blushing this morning.” How could he see me blush?
I covered my cheeks quickly. “What are you doing!?” I yelled. He laughed soundlessly.
“Happy birthday Orphelia.” I looked around as anger filled me. I felt my cheek again and I still felt the pressure of his lips against my skin.
“I’m definitely telling your mother!” I yelled.
He laughed again but proudly and obnoxiously. “You’re going to tell my mother that your fourteen year old brother gave you a peck on the cheek?” I thought about this. It was just like having a little brother giving you a kiss to say he loves you. I looked at him reluctant to say anything. I got up hastily and went over to my shelf. I snatched the book up. Since I was grounded, I was not aloud to read my mother’s poems. This rule was set up by Shane’s mom. Maybe she was jealous. She was upset when I told her I didn’t want anything of her life. I loved my mother; I loved her a lot more than I loved her. I’d known my mother until I lost my hearing and she died, which was twelve years. Now I was on my fourth year of knowing my step-mother.
Was I going to get a sweet sixteen? No. I wasn’t involved in anything but school parties; I chaperoned in school parties and only attended one; the day Matthew had died. Poor Matthew. I looked up into the book and turned to another random page. I looked at it steadily. This one seemed a lot less worded.

Love notes can be written,
They’ll leave you feeling smitten.
Love notes can be sung,
They’ll leave your ear drums rung.
Love notes can be said,
But the one you’ll read will be read.
Orphelia

Another one signed Orphelia? I warm rush went over me. It was like my mother was talking to me. I didn’t know how, but it seemed that she was. I usually gave an afterthought to these poems but I decided I didn’t even want to think about it.
I heard the door crash open. I slammed the book down and turned around.
“Happy birthday Orphelia!” It was my step-mom. I smiled slightly. She was holding a warm exotic smelling plate in her hands.
“What’s that?” I asked. She smiled delightedly. It was a good thing she hadn’t seen me reading the poem book. She would’ve up and left.
“I have birthday pan-cakes!” She laughed putting it in my hands. It was six golden brown pancakes sitting there topped off with strawberries and whoop cream and loads of syrup.
“Yum,” I said trying to sound enthusiastic. The problem was, whatever my step-mother put in to food, I didn’t trust. I had never actually trusted her when my dad wasn’t home. I thought she was a sweet person and all but she couldn’t be trusted. “Thank you.” I said. “Do you mind if I stay in my room a while?”
The woman nodded and left. I was off grounding but I didn’t care. I stared at the pancakes. The smell drove me crazy. I really wanted to taste it. Why did I feel so threatened by this woman? I cut a piece out. I was going to die if I ate something that she’s made. I’m going to die. I stuck the piece in my mouth. As I expected, they weren’t good. I ran to my bathroom and spit it out in the garbage.
The pancakes weren’t nearly cooked. It was such a waste. She couldn’t cook, she shouldn’t try. I felt terrible for having to care, but she was so terrible I’d rather cut my tongue off than have to eat any of her food. I could make my own. I could fend myself if I ran away couldn’t I? Sometimes I think that she hated me, but then again, she’s always wanted me to be more of a daughter to her.
School this week was like living in the devil’s chamber. Glytherin began walking around with Amanda practically ganging up on me. It was terrible how they stood together. Glytherin hated her too. I don’t understand, was he trying to make me angry? Amanda had shot me so many evil glares that it wasn’t funny to me. I’d always taken Amanda as the good girl because she was the only one who liked me in school. I was wrong, she was a lot like Keely, Matthew’s girl, or Matthew’s used-to-be girl. He was gone now. I wonder if they’d be the perfect friends, and then Glytherin and Amanda would be like them and they’d start hanging out with their friends and leave me completely.
These things are what everyone does not want to go through in school dealing with people who hate you or find you disgusting to be around. I felt like a repellant. I locked my