Mirror World (part 2)
They seem to think I'm deaf, the guards. All day, everyday, they stand there talking about nonsense: about how Michael's wife, Lucille, has been chosen as the One Who Rules' new mistress; about my above average physical and mental scores, but absolutely appalling emotional results; and about the birthmark on my foot that somehow has something to do with the sparrow tattoo on my right shoulder-blade. I had gotten the tattoo for my little sister, Becka. She had loved sparrows.
In the old world I had lived with my father, mother, and Becka in a nice sized one-story house near Norfolk, Virginia. At least, I did live with them... until my mom went psycho and shot my dad and Becka, killing both of them within minutes. The bullet aimed at me, however, decided to miss all of my vital internal organs. So, I was promptly hospitalized and placed in the foster system at nine years old. I'm sixteen now.
They say that curiosity killed the cat. They're right,