Okay, this is my first crack at a love story. I'll try to keep it updated. Oh. And please do not say this copies The Fault In Our Stars.
I walked into this church that looked like the Star of David, even though the church wasn't Jewish. I was only going in because of the Psychiatric Support Group that helps teenagers with curtain problems. My reason of going, was being bullied.
It started when I was 13, when I started putting on weight. A girl - my old best friend - called me fat. All her friends went along, and I became the laughing stalk of my whole school.
Then, I had a stage when I thought wearing sport shorts was cool. Huge mistake. Everyone laughed, tears were shed, and there was nothing to do about it. Her (Valentine) mother was too busy being rich and snobby, and her father lived far away.
Anyway, I headed inside, and a circle of chairs surrounded the inside of the star. There were already 3 kids sitting down, one with a prosthetic leg and arm, and the rest looked fine.
As I stood staring, a guy bumped into me, spilling his Cola (Which I think was Pepsi) all over my favorite denim jacket. At first, I was a little mad, but of course, I got over it.
"Omigod, I'm sooo sorry…" he picked up his drink and threw it in the garbage.
"No, it's okay." I shook the beverage out of it.
I sat down and put the jacket under my chair as the leader of the group, Alex, (Who claims he almost died like twice, but I honestly think he's here for the money ) goes around asking for your name, age, why you're here, and what you're planning to do about it.
The first person, the boy with the prosthetic arm and leg, is Rory. He is 17 "years young", has had leukemia, and is trying to make an organization to raise money. Pretty brave. I probably couldn't do that, even if I lost a leg and an arm.
I glance at the guy who spilled his Pepsi, and he's staring at me. He's at the opposite side of the circle, so he'll be last.
I don't pay attention, since me and him are having like a little staring contest. fter a while, I blink, and he raises his eyebrows and crooks a smile, like he's saying, "I won."
When It came to me, I didn't say much.
"I'm Beatrice, 16, I was bullied, and not doing much about it."
"Okay…" Alex trails off.
And when it came to him, he said a lot.
"My name's Adam Murphy. I'm 17, and my house burned down, my parents died inside, and I can't do anything about it."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Alex says blandly.
Adam just shrugs.
Alex talks for a while, and then we all leave. Everyone is gone except for Adam, me, and Rory. We chatted for a little while, waiting for our parents, even though we could drive.
"So, what's your name?" He asks me.
"Beatrice." I respond, thinking he already knew.
"No, I mean your full name."
"Beatrice Jane Mathews." I look up at him.
"Can I say your eyes are beautiful?" He crooks another smile, his curly hair almost covering his whole forehead.
"Th-Thanks." I stutter, and look at his light brown eyes.
"Yours, too." I mumble again.
"Have you met Rory?" He points to Rory.
"Not yet." I admit.
"Oh. Rory, C'mere." He beckons him over.
Rory has straight blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"This is Beatrice Jane." He says.
"Just Beatrice." I confirm.
"This is Just Beatrice."
"Hello Just Beatrice. I'm Just Rory. Nice to meet you!" Rory holds out the non-prosthetic arm out, and I shake it. I giggle a little. Adam clears his throat. "How's Madison?"
"Good. But she won't be when she hears my prosthetics are getting removed. I'll have to be in a wheelchair." he sighs.
Then, a sedan drives up to the curb with a middle aged woman in the drivers seat.
"Do you want to come to my house if your mom doesn't show up? Rory's coming too." he asks.
I thought, What the heck. "Sure."
Me and Rory get in the back seat, and we were headed to Adam's house.