'Okay, so if I was reincarnated into another world then what happened to cause my death?' - she asked herself quietly. 'The last thing I remember is going to bed. MY OWN BED to be exact. I wasn't really fat or had any serious health issues. I am only 23 years old so the chances of having a stroke are pretty low. Or should I say I WAS 23 years old. It's hard to tell my age right now, maybe 15 or 16 years.'
Still confused, she turned around to look at the children scattered around the floor. The only girl seemed like she may be around 12 years old, three boys lying next to her were a bit younger. The youngest of them looked as if he just recently learned how to talk.
- So I guess they are my siblings now - she whispered.
Not sure what to do, the girl decided to sit on her bed and calm herself a bit to analyse the situation a little more. After taking the first step though, she heard a loud female voice coming from behind the door.
- Kate, ya lil' punk, ya better be up an' ready! Make something for yer siblings to eat and go help your father with Sweet Bertha. Old Mrs. Jenkins asked us to help her prepare special dinner for her niece who should be arriving here shortly, so we must hurry and finish all the work earlier than usual.
'In most cases, it is the eldest child who is given such tasks, so that command was probably meant for me. For Kate. Sounds pretty normal, not very heroin-like. I'm more used to reading about characters named Gwandelope or something. Quite refreshing I'd say.'
- KATE FOSTER, DID YOU HEAR EVEN ONE WORD I SAID TO YOU?! - another shout could be heard downstairs.
- Comin'! - she replied quickly and run to search for some clothes in the wardrobe. Being in such a hurry, she put a bit too much strength into opening the wooden door, which fell off its hinges and hit the ground with a startling noise. She jumped a little, surprised, after barely dodging them.
She sighed a sigh of relief - that would be one hell of a bruise. Although, that feeling didn't last long. Kate heard a quiet, fitful sobbing behind her, which after a few seconds turned into a demonic cry straight from the depths of the unending abyss.
- Shhh! Shhhhh! Don't cry! Please! - She tried to calm the youngest boy down by cradling him in her arms but it didn't help much. The other children woke up a moment later, rubbing their eyes and yawning. Little boy with messy, brown hair and golden eyes came up to her.
- What happened? Why is Keany crying? - He looked around the room to locate something that may have startled his brother and then noticed the wardrobe door lying on the floor - ohhhh, I get it. The noise must have scared you, hasn't it? There, there, big boys shouldn't cry like that.
The boy took little Keany and looked him in the eyes while holding his shoulders tightly. 'It looks like he's quite skilled, isn't he? Quite impressive for a boy who is probably not even 10 years old.'
- Sis leave him to me and go help mum or something.
- Oh, yeah... Sure - she was taken aback a little when she saw the tired look he gave her, but she still complied and went to find a change of clothes.
Ohohohoh, do I see another useless heroine unable to do anything on her own? How disappointing.
She stopped in the middle of her searching expedition through various sizes of the same plain, linen clothes.
'I'M BAD AT DEALING WITH CHILDREN OK? They are so small and hysterical. It's so easy to make them cry but on the other hand calming them down is ridiculously hard, especially when you don't know them. Why the hell did that thought even come to my mind?' - After a few moments, the confusion she felt subsided a bit, but not entirely disappeared.
Excuses, excuses... I hope there will be some kind of character development because what I see right now is so lame that I wanna throw this shit away.
'OKAY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT I DON'T LIKE THIS' - she screamed in frustration inside her head. She didn't have enough time to worry about that now though. Kate grabbed the first dress that seemed to be her size and moved toward the door. She turned around just before crossing the doorstep and looked at her siblings. The girl was already on her feet, trying to wake up her other brother who went back to sleep after barely opening his eyes to see what the ruckus was about. Keany was standing next to his own bedding, clenching his little fists and making weird faces, most probably to prevent more tears from sliding down his red, puffy cheeks.
- Kent, help me wake Craig up. We're going to get into even more trouble than last time if he continues slacking off - the girl asked the first boy for help when it turned out that taking away their brother's blanket is a mission far beyond her capabilities.
'To be honest, those coverlets are so thin that I don't think he would feel any difference even if she managed to steal it. I guess they'll manage from now on' - she judged the situation for the last time and left the room.
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