T.H POV:
My eyes flutter open as the sun hit the back of my eyelids, and sit up and peeks out the window before getting out of bed. A sudden panic hits me, then relaxed remembering I didn't have school today. I get up and look in my mirror and realized that I had started crying in my sleep, and quickly wipe the few tears that were left away. "Well, looks like I will be staying in my room for a bit" I mutter under my breath, I stretched out my arms, twisting to the side a bit then relaxing as I sit back down on my bed and pet on my sleeping cat who looked up at me. I giggle softly and whisper, "sorry didn't mean to wake you"
I was thankful to the school for letting me have this day off to help my little brother. It hasn't been easy since our parents passed away. The government was nice enough to help with the all money until I was old enough and had a proper job to support the two of us. I open the door to my bed room and look down to find my brother on the floor with a sigh I picked him up and carry him to his bed.
"If you wanted to come in you could have done so...stupid" I whisper, then kissed the top of his head. I drag my feet as I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower on, and let the water run for a while before getting in. A nice warm shower as always help me clear my mind, plus it helps me relax. I just stand there letting the water wash over me, and wash away the tears that had dried on my cheeks. The doorbell rang, with a jolt I jump out of the shower and quickly put on my black robe and go downstairs, and open the door to find a boy my age, just standing there.
"M-may I come in" the strange boy pants out. He had blue eyes and black hair, and also had sweat dripping down his face. I nod and step out of his way. He walks in and smiles, "Thanks" I just stare at him as I close the door. "Are your parents home?" I don't know why, but something tells me that I could trust him. Even though I never met him before.
"No. They died" I answered as head up the stairs, "wait here... while I go and make myself presentable." He blinked at me, then his face turn a bit red once he realized that I was wearing a robe, I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction as I walk up the stairs. I grab a towel from the closet and wrap it around my head to soak up my wet hair, and then quickly put on clothes, Jean shorts and a black short sleeve shirt that said on it, 'Good girls go Bad'. I always found that funny, but I also know that its very true. I take the towel out and dry off my hair, then run my brush through my short hair. Once I was done with brushing my hair I head down the stairs with million of questions racing through my mind.