A/N Hello :D so, this is my first story, I hope y'all like it, some feedback would be awesome!
BEEPBEEPBEEP
BEEPBEEPBEEP
BEEPBEEPBEEP
"SHUT UP!" Amanda screeched, whacking the beeping alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and sighed – time for school. I waited for Chloe and Jasey to follow Amanda out of the room before I rolled my sleepy body out of bed.
I took this as an opportunity to gather my clothes for the day and run to one of the four bathrooms at the home, seeing as most of the other kids would be downstairs fighting over breakfast. I gave up on trying to get any proper breakfast a few days ago, I hadn't been at the orphanage even a week yet, but found it more useful to use one of the bathrooms while they were empty so that I wouldn't have to cue.
I locked the aging wooden door behind me, stripping out of my makeshift pyjamas (thick black leggings and a big red jumper) and stepped into the shower. I twisted the rusty handle and took a sharp intake of breath as freezing cold ran water down my body. The shock brought me out of my sleepy daze and I began to wash my hair as the water warmed and soothed my skin.
Once done in the shower I wrapped a towel around my hair, dried off my body and began wiggling into my black skinny jeans; failing to avoid my own disgusting reflection in the mirror. Fat pig. I slipped on a black vest and a big green knitted jumper along with my black skinny jeans, brushing my wet hair and leaving it to dry and become its normal curly mess. I quickly applied some winged eyeliner and mascara, slipped on my black converse (with checked laces, because I'm too cool) and exited the dingy bathroom.
Cracking my back, I made my way back down the rugged carpet of the landing and into one of the many rooms in this hell hole. Don't get me wrong – I was grateful for having somewhere to live, because I know that so many more people my age (17) aren't as lucky as me, and struggle to even feed and clothe themselves… It's just that the people here aren't all that great...
My tye dye backpack – with a picture of a space laser cat on it – hung on the left post of the silver bunk bed that sat opposite an identical bunk. I liked having the top bed, it gave me space and made me feel like I was alone in the world. It gave me time to think, but sometimes your thoughts can go to deep and you have to bring yourself back to reality before it all becomes too much.
I whipped my bag off of the bunk post and swung the straps over my shoulders before trudging downstairs, grabbing a cereal bar off of the table to munch on my way to school. It was my first day and damn was I nervous! I'm not the talk to people and make friends easily kinda person…. I don't know what it is, I try to engage with other humans, but I always just seem to bother them more than anything; so it's easier just to keep quiet and not get in the way. I shoved these thoughts deep down, braced myself for the day ahead and pushed open the front door, ready to start my trip to hell.
But of course I couldn't get off that easily. "Excuse me?" came Amanda's nasally voice from behind, I ignored her, hoping, no wishing to be left alone.
"Excuuuse me?" I stepped out the door so close.
"OI FREAK!" shit. I snapped my hand away from the door, turning to face the 17 year old bleach blonde Barbie. Her eyes tore into me and I felt as though I was being burnt underneath a bright white spotlight. "Hi…" I mumbled.
"What's that in your hand?" she sniggered. She obviously knows what it is, she just wants to prove a point in front of her entourage, who were now beginning to crowd around us.
"Erm, cereal bar." I tried to keep the tone light, but I knew that this was going downhill fast. I could feel my heart beat pick up speed as my brain went through every possible way that this could go wrong.
"I'm not fucking stupid. Who said you could have it huh?!" Damn girl, she needs to chill.
"I jus- well you all… I mean I didn…didn't get any, erm, any breakfast… and you guys had all been down to eat so I thought it'd be okay…" I continued staring intensely at the moulding wooden floorboards of the hallway, to cowardly to look into Amanda's ice blue eyes – praying for a miraculous escape
"Amanda snickered, "well- just… just… just… I-" they all began to cackle at her mimicking me, then her right hand bitch Jasey piped in – "Come on honey, do you really need that? Even that massive jumper can't hide your bulging stomach!" again came the cackling, I deserved it though, my stomach WAS massive. I really didn't need to eat, and it really wouldn't hurt if I lost a little – scrap that – a lot of weight.
"GET AWAY FROM THE FREAKIN DOOR, YOU'RE LETTING ALL THE HEAT OUT" Damon's voice boomed from his usual place on the sofa in one of the two living rooms, he slept there most nights, usually too drunk to make it up the stairs - I could tell he was starting early by the slur in his voice. Amanda's, Jasey's and Chloe's eyes all shot towards the loud grumble - clearly shocked - and I took this as my chance to sprint out of the front door, down the path and onto the pavement, making my way towards the school bus stop. Damn that was a close call.