[ Her face got a disgusted look on it as she walked into the house. 1 ]

Her face got a disgusted look on it as she walked into the house. 1

"What are you making?"2

Her older brother, Greg, stuck his head out of the kitchen door.3

"Oh, Riley. Good, your home. I need your help in here."4

Oh great, surprise supper night. Just what I need, she thought. 5

"When is Jacob gonna be home?" Riley walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple as she passed.6

"I don't know. He called to say he's going over Marco's house, but he didn't say when he'd be back." 7

"I guess I should set the table for two, then." Riley laughed, dodging the dish towel Greg through at her. 8

Ever since the kid's mom and dad left, it had been the three of them. Social services didn't know, and, in Riley's opinion, didn't care. The teacher's didn't notice, and if they asked, their parents were on a business trip. They all kept up their grades, a requirement from Greg. Their appearance was their own choice, as long as it was appropriate. So, Riley wore her hair short, died black and red, to make her glass green eyes stand out. Her hair hung loose, falling carelessly over her forehead and just above the eyes. Her brother's kept their hair short, since they were into sports. Riley had never really liked sports, and refused to participate in physical education classes. Greg didn't really mind, as long as she spent at least 2 hours outside a day doing some physical activity. Her passion was more in the art subject. It was her favorite thing to do. Everywhere she went, she had a book full of drawings and words. No one really understood her work, but they all loved it. She was amazing at detail. The small lines that no one really payed attention to were the lines she spent the most time on. If you look at her work, you see immense detail, not only in the picture itself, but the feeling and depiction of the pieces. Her hometown gave her much to draw. In Belleville, NJ, there was always something going on, some pain being caused that could be drawn. Her 2 hours of physical activity usually consisted of her walking around the town and down streets drawing what she saw. When people wanted her out of the way, she purposely got even further in the way. That was her thing. She was so rebellious, that the police had her name on file and knew that when people called in a public disturbance, it usually had her in the middle of it. When she wasn't causing public riots, she sat in her room and read. She devoured books. All of the books she found she read. Even if she thought she wouldn't like it. She tried out all books. Her favorite book was Catcher in the Rye. She had read it so many times, she could recite chapters of it by heart. She was usually quite in class, unless she really had something to say, in which case, you better pay attention because she's not gonna repeat it.