Hyacinth's Tales, Update 1

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Chapter One

Hyacinth, a young eleven-year-old teenager who preferred the name Cynthi, stroked her loving cat Moon and sighed. Across the room, behind a screen that made up a sort of wall, her twin brother John grumbled about how Mom wouldn't buy him a dog. Cut into the screen, a door-sized opening covered by a thin, ratty old purple blanket made a makeshift door.
 Hyacinth could hear her three-year-old sister Lillith yelling "Daddy! Daddy! Give me a hug!" and their mother's friend and employee, Stan, shouting "I'M NOT YOUR DAD! AAAGH! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CRAZY BABY!" Hyacinth chuckled, imagining the scene.
 It was early morning, about six-thirty, and the day started like it had been ever since Lillith had been six months old. Even when she was six months old, she had managed to wriggle her way out of her baby-safe bed, open the door to the room she shared with two-year-old Katelyn, move past the small room that belonged to Anna and her hamster Lexina, and enter Stan's room. She used to say "Dada! Dada! Hug?" and as her vocabulary grew, the saying became more complex.
 There was another two people besides Mom and Stan. Carlsron, who preferred Carl, and Lily, another three-year-old, but she was going on four. Often, Anna, John, and Hyacinth were forced to help Mom around the house.
 Mom's room's door swung open and a tired-looking, messy-haired Mom came out, but not before Hyacinth had joined the fun. "Uncle Stan! Kiss me! PLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!" Hyacinth shouted.
 Mom trudged in and groggily shouted "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE???" Hyacinth pointed at Stan. Stan pointed at Lillith. Lillith pointed at Hyacinth. "She did it!" Stan and Lillith called in unison. "He did it!" I called at the same time.
 Mom facepalmed. "I'm going back to bed. Since everyone is probably up by now, Anna will probably be making breakfast."
 "What about Uncle Stan or Uncle Carl?" Hyacinth asked.
 Mom facepalmed again. "They're not your uncles, just friends! How many times do I have to tell you?"
 Hyacinth handed Mom a copy of the same note she copied, once for each day of the month. The original was still in her bedroom. It was the seventeenth copy in May, and the one hundredth and thirty-eighth in 2016, and the eight hundredth and sixty-eighth since 2014, when she'd started it, carrying infant Lillith to help her. Hyacinth actually kept track. The note read:
I QUIT, LADY.
(Why don't you find someone else to pick on???)
She loved that note.

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