Hm. No pancakes for me then. Never mind. I never liked pancakes anyway. Or this pancake day lark.

 

I watched in silence as all the other children enjoyed their pancakes that the people at the orphanage had so lovingly prepared. Pancake day is the ONLY day when the children actually get up and run downstairs to breakfast, for once happy to start the day.

 

Being blind in my left eye meant I was unable to see very well and very often children would push and shove me over. And I would always be late to breakfast, pancake day or not.

On this particular day however, there were no pancakes left. Or any breakfast left for that matter.  The teachers didn’t seem to care. They never did care much for me anyway. I was seen as the weakling, the one who most likely will never get adopted.

 

“He looks like a freak, with that blind eye”

“One blue, one white….creep”

 

“Aster is a freak”

“Stupid kid. Poor kid. Doesn’t get any pancakes today!”

 

I ignored them all and stood up. It wasn’t time to go to lessons but what did I care? Anything is good, as long as I’m not stuck with these losers.

“You can have my pancake if you like” I hear someone say. I turn to see a girl stood there, holding out a plate with a lone pancake on it. She looks serious, but I shake my head.

“Why not?” she asks. I shrug, and go to walk away.

“Fine, please yourself, Aster” she smirks, putting extreme emphasis on my name. I snap. I turn round, knock the plate out of her hand and watch as the plate shatters at my feet and the pancake splat on the floor.

 

I never liked pancakes anyway.

 

Hope you all had a great pancake day today, if you celebrate it. I usually do, but this year I didn’t. My Dad got into a huge man-strop because the pancakes shrivelled and burnt. Call me spoilt or fussy or whatever, but when he offered me these readymade pancakes, I looked at him as if to say “Are you freaking kidding me?” Those things had 15 grams of flipping fat in them. And goodness knows how much sugar.

Don’t get me wrong, I love pancakes and usually I don’t care about the amount of fat or whatever in my food. But just recently, I’ve been trying to lose weight, and my parents aren’t making it any easier. What part of “Please buy me fruit” are they struggling with? I never realised fruit was now the new name for chocolate and cake.

 

So, I decided to vent using my new character, Aster. He is 12 years old and was born blind in his left eye. He was abandoned on the steps of the orphanage as a baby and is mocked, teased and taunted every day. He doesn’t speak. He can’t. There’s something wrong with his vocal chords.

 

Sooner or later, I don’t exactly know when, I’m going to be making a custom model of him. A doll, if you’re going to be fussy. Just have to wait on a few things. Such as wait for my Dad’s man-strop to go away. And another package to arrive. Oh, and

From….A very irritated xThreeDaysGracex (I sound like a right little brat, don’t I? I promise you, I’m not always like this…just school stresses me out something rotten….I’ve had so much time off due to illnesses and the teacher’s expect me to still hand in non-existent homework…. ;__; Thank goodness for KWC. A place where you can just vent your feelings out -w-)

VN:F [1.9.17_1161]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
February 22, 2012 at 5:47 am by xThreeDaysGracex
Category: Journal, Short Stories