She woke to a large vibration. It was one of the two things, a car engine or thunder. With one look outside the window she knew it was thunder. It was hardly even morning and the streets were already flooding with icy cold water. Seeming impossible to go back to sleep, Chime inched off the bed and headed towards the kitchen, her stomach growling with hunger.
Today felt different. Today something was going to change. She could feel it. Opening the fridge slowly and sleepily, she looked about for what sounded good to eat. She thought of her foster parents sons sleeping soundly in their rooms, until they woke up to the scent of bacon maybe... Or crapes. Then she thought of them walking in the kitchen sleepy-eyed until they saw the feast prepared for them. Chime wanted them to be impressed by her. At least someone. Being unable to decide, Chime felt around the containers until her hand grasped what seemed like bacon. Quickly pulling it out, she shut the fridge and turned on the stove to cook the bacon.
In no time a breakfast for five had been prepared. Taking the last plate to the table for herself, she turned around and ran directly into her foster mother, Hillary. The plate dropped and cracked into what seemed like thousands of pieces. Eggs and toast scattered the floor and left marks on the white rug as they rolled. Quickly she motioned. So sorry... Didn't see you there... I...
Hillary backed up, at first, but then came right back up to Chime and slapped her across the face with the back of her hand. Chime fell back, running into the chair and scraping her back on the rough edges. Hillary's mouth moved furiously, but of course Chime did not know what she was saying. Then to make it all clear she stuck up her middle finger as she ran out of the room, sure to get her husband. Tears streaming down her face, Chime sprinted down the hall and grabbed her bag, not even half way full with clothes, but that was all that she had.
Right when she was about to go out the door Matthew, the son of Hillary, stood in the door wide-eyed. Matthew was the kindest out of the Furth family. He was about five foot seven and had long locks of medium brown hair that often covered up his green eyes. Matthew shook his head side to side and pointed out the window. Not understanding she threw her hands up in frustration. With rapid feet, he toke her hand and walked her over to the chair. With one squeeze of her hand he let go and picked up the chair sprinted to the window smeared with rain drops. Without seeming to think he jammed the chair into the window, smashing it just like the plate, but with more glass scattered across the floor. Chime looked into the hallway and saw what looked like shadows racing towards the room. Finally, she understood what Matthew was saying. With her back around her shoulder Chime lifted herself out of the window and instantly was overcome by wetness and cold. She stopped only for a second to look back at the house but all she saw were the shades the usually covered it. He closed them. And with that she ran down the side walk to head yet again to her secret home.
The homeless shelter.
RIP Satoru Iwata