| THE DISAPPEARING CAGES |
| Almost ten years had gone by since the day the Fiedlers found their niece on their porch. The only way that it seemed time had really passed was by looking at the wall of pictures hanging in the living room, oh -- and the fact that everyone looked older. There were a few photos of Mr. Fiedler and Mrs. Fiedler (some of them even together in a prepared pose!), but most were of their daughter. The largest portion was of Gale staring blankly at the camera, but she did some activites in other pictures. Such as Gale running from a flock of geese, clutching a piece of bread in her chubby little hand, and one with her eating an enitire three layered cake by herself. But with all these pictures on the wall, not one of them showed the face of the fourth member of the family, well not wholly anyway. There was one photo that had the other girl's right arm near Gale, but if anyone ever asks about it the Fiedlers say that it was just some inconsiderate person. Kelly Seeder stilled stayed in the Fiedler household, and was actually asleep right then. That didn't last too long though because a high pitched shriek was coming from below her. "WAKE UP! UP, UP, UP!" Kelly rolled over and groaned at her Uncle's ranting. " GET OFF YOUR REAR AND COME DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE!" continued her uncle. And just to get his point across he began pulling down on the cord on her door (which incidentally was the attic door) then letting it go so that a loud SLAM would pound through the attic. Kelly groaned again and threw her pillow aside. She sat up, streching and thinking about the dream she had just had. There was only one thing she could remember about it, the word 'Vroom.' She scratched her head in thought then shrugged it off. Standing up, she brushed out the few tangles in her hair, then carefully stepped off the little platform that was her 'room,' and down the broken old stairs that would swing down when the attic door was opened. "Are you awake yet?" demanded her uncle. "I'm here aren't I?" mumbled Kelly. "What was that!?" growled her aunt who was sitting nearby. "Um, nothing," she quickly stated as her aunt gaver her the evil eye. "Well then," continued her uncle, "Pour some milk, orange juice and coffee for Widdle Gawwey's half-birthday." Kelly huffed to herself and pouted slightly. Was it already that moron's half-birthday? And nevermind the fact that her real birthday was barely two months ago. She poured all the drinks into one glass then brought it out to what had been the dining room, but was now a large gift shrine to Gale. Kelly surveyed the room and could see that Gallie-Waily had gotten a kick boxing set, a telescope and yet another t.v. Kelly guessed that the boxing kit was to be used on her, but that was only if Gale coudl kick her fat legs high and fast enough off the ground to hit her, and even if Gale could accomplish that Kelly knew that she would just dodge it like she does with any other blow meant for her. She had developed a knack for avoiding such things, but she often felt that it was something more than just a knack. Maybe it was from having to stay in such a tiny, cramped space for so long she was used to having to move quickly in tight areas. Kelly was a fairly normal weight for her height (which was amazing since the Fiedlers hardly ever fed her), and she looked even slimmer than that since she was forced to wear old, worn and streched clothes that once belonged to Gale. She had long arms and legs (almost like her uncle's, but not quiet the same length), shiney blonde hair, and curious deep-blue eyes. Kelly's favorite feature was her hair, which was a little longer than shoulder length, naturally wavey, and when she brushed it out the ends woudl curl up and frame her face nicely. This made both her aunt and Gale very jealous and they woudl make a weekly threat of shaving her head bald. Kelly never liked to hear them say that for her hair did her another favoer; it would cover up most of the funny shaped scar on the right temple of her forehead. |