Shawdios
It’s pronounced SHAWDIOS!
~ Sugar ~
As the childcare worker on the other end of the phone call hung up, Sugar glanced down at the very thin file.
There was going to be a new addition to the group.
Sugar had her share of rough days that she tried her best not to remember, but she couldn't help but be reminded of them when she heard the stories– that she was trusted enough to be told– of the kids that ended up being brought to her home.
But instead of herself, this time she was reminded of another child. Maybe it was the weather outside and time of year, but the first thing that came to mind was Autumn. The scraped up and one winged child that had been dragged inside by Spice, the oldest of her wards at the time, and firmly sat in a beanbag as Spice stalked to the kitchen and made them some food. That was the start of Autumn spending his days in her home.
At the time she had been confused but quickly caught on to the unspoken details. Autumn had been sleeping in an alleyway Spice passed on the way home from school and Spice had noticed someone was beating the other child up. But that couldn't have been just it and judging based off of the fuming Spice, who was a 12 year old at the time, he had been trying to convince Autumn to come home with him for a while now.
Then the ghastly amount of paperwork for figuring out who Autumn legally was and having him being assigned here started.
Sugar shook her head out of memories and glanced up at the door of her small office. She needed to go stand outside and be prepared for when the kid would be dropped off.
As she left her office she saw the pair of twins, Flame and Rise as she liked to call them, dash by and then run up the stairs that were next to her office.
The palest child she had ever seen then followed, screeching, “You can run! But you can’t hide!” It was with the voice of some movie character she couldn’t pinpoint. So, Sugar assumed the three were playing some game and not actually fighting over something.
That pale child, Sam, was her youngest ward at eight years old.
With a chuckle, Sugar continued on and wove her way through the house. Waving a curt greeting to Spice and Autumn, who were hanging out in the kitchen as she passed by, she reached the front door. Holly, one of the few girls she was guardian of, poked her head out of the laundry room that was right beside the front door and had a window Holly had likely been looking out through.
“There’s a car outside.” The twelve year old told her flatly before quickly slipping by and heading further into the house. Sugar sighed. That girl just was an enigma sometimes. Holly had been the newest to the home, until now that is, having only settled in three or so months ago. She spent most of her free time just laying in the grass of the backyard and whispering to the flowers.
Sugar reeled in her focus and stepped outside to greet the new child and hopefully ease any fears they likely had. She knew she was the dumping ground for “problem” children.
( j.e.s.t.e.r )
As the childcare worker on the other end of the phone call hung up, Sugar glanced down at the very thin file.
There was going to be a new addition to the group.
Sugar had her share of rough days that she tried her best not to remember, but she couldn't help but be reminded of them when she heard the stories– that she was trusted enough to be told– of the kids that ended up being brought to her home.
But instead of herself, this time she was reminded of another child. Maybe it was the weather outside and time of year, but the first thing that came to mind was Autumn. The scraped up and one winged child that had been dragged inside by Spice, the oldest of her wards at the time, and firmly sat in a beanbag as Spice stalked to the kitchen and made them some food. That was the start of Autumn spending his days in her home.
At the time she had been confused but quickly caught on to the unspoken details. Autumn had been sleeping in an alleyway Spice passed on the way home from school and Spice had noticed someone was beating the other child up. But that couldn't have been just it and judging based off of the fuming Spice, who was a 12 year old at the time, he had been trying to convince Autumn to come home with him for a while now.
Then the ghastly amount of paperwork for figuring out who Autumn legally was and having him being assigned here started.
Sugar shook her head out of memories and glanced up at the door of her small office. She needed to go stand outside and be prepared for when the kid would be dropped off.
As she left her office she saw the pair of twins, Flame and Rise as she liked to call them, dash by and then run up the stairs that were next to her office.
The palest child she had ever seen then followed, screeching, “You can run! But you can’t hide!” It was with the voice of some movie character she couldn’t pinpoint. So, Sugar assumed the three were playing some game and not actually fighting over something.
That pale child, Sam, was her youngest ward at eight years old.
With a chuckle, Sugar continued on and wove her way through the house. Waving a curt greeting to Spice and Autumn, who were hanging out in the kitchen as she passed by, she reached the front door. Holly, one of the few girls she was guardian of, poked her head out of the laundry room that was right beside the front door and had a window Holly had likely been looking out through.
“There’s a car outside.” The twelve year old told her flatly before quickly slipping by and heading further into the house. Sugar sighed. That girl just was an enigma sometimes. Holly had been the newest to the home, until now that is, having only settled in three or so months ago. She spent most of her free time just laying in the grass of the backyard and whispering to the flowers.
Sugar reeled in her focus and stepped outside to greet the new child and hopefully ease any fears they likely had. She knew she was the dumping ground for “problem” children.
( j.e.s.t.e.r )