(A/N) Hey guys! Welcome to my third proper story! :3 Sorry for the Out of Characterness, I'm still trying to get the hang of it, so then I can start stories that aren't AU. Forgive me if the writing is really bad :P
(P.S) Because people were confused and I might as well. Just want to state that they are all 16, and that you can legally leave a orphanage/foster care at the age of 16.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, well Victorious wouldn't be cancelled *cries in corner*
Meet Jade: Chapter 1
Jade POV
BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. 'ugh that stupid freaking alarm!' I think to myself as I slam my hand down on the button almost smashing it to pieces. It's seven o'clock in the morning. In case any of you guys didn't know, I am not, I repeat NOT a morning person.
Currently, I'm sixteen, and living with my best friend Beck
Grabbing my black t-shirt and jeans I change into them, having trouble getting my jeans on, I've had these since I was 14, I honestly don't know how I fit in them...
I quickly grab my battered guitar with lots of brown duct tape all over, and head towards the kitchen.
I walk into the dirty kitchen filled with the faint smell of toast. I see Beck drinking a cup of coffee, "Morning" he says in a mock happy way, obviously unhappy about his choice of jobs today.
"Neeeedd Coffeeeee." I say like I'm a zombie, he hands me a cup laughing at my attempt at humour.
Beck's been with me throughout my whole life, we're best friends, and no, we haven't dated.
=========================*Flashback*==========================
Many children are in this orphanage, I've lived here all my life, I've never seen or met my parents. I like scissors, they are useful, and easy to threaten the other kids with.
I'm currently fourteen, another two years until I get out of here.
I wear a lot of black, all those other colours are too bright, like nothing's wrong with the world. I also hate sugarcoating things, I say it as it is. I see Beck, the guy who is trying to be my 'friend'.
"Hey Jade!" 'Ugh really? Why can't he just leave me alone...
"What do you want." I deadpan, he chuckles at my attitude.
"C'mon Jade! Why won't you talk to me!"
"Because, I don't like you." I reply deadpanning, as I see a boy with slightly spiked up hair. Beck follows my eyes and it lands on the boy Ryder. He's a cocky son of a bitch, with his leather jackets and smirk.
"Hello Jadelyn." He mocks, whilst I cringe at the use of my given name. Ryder pushes me, making me stumble. I basically throw him back.
"Stop Ryder." I say, not wanting to attract any attention from the social workers. He grins, stalking towards me once again. He grabs my wrist, I look nervously around, "Seriously dude, stop." I say sternly. I can't see Beck at all, douchebag probably left me.
Having fun?" he cackles. I start to push Ryder off me, making him fall over and crash into some chairs.
He recovers and tackles me, his hands placed on my throat.
"D-Damn you!" I stutter out, going light headed, he laughs
"Get the frick off her!" I hear, and Ryder loosens his grip on my neck, leaving probably a massive bruise. I look up to see Beck's smiling face looking down at me, holding his hand out.
I take his hand and slowly get up, "Thanks..." I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
Really that's the story of how we met. It's not really that interesting.
About two years later, we turned sixteen, Ryder got adopted by some really rich family, all the others rejected me, but Beck stayed behind to keep me company, we went through some highs and lows, but in the end we stayed together. Eventually we got out to this shithole of a word.
=====================*End Flashback*============================
I sip it cringing slightly at the poor quality. But hey, what can I say; we're broke as fuck. Leaving the kitchen in go to our crappy bathroom, complete with shitty everything. I quickly brush my hair and clean my teeth with something that probably isn't toothpaste.
Everything in our apartment is probably less than $1 with the exceptions of the sofa and uncomfortable bed that we found at a dump...
I grab my guitar case and my keys and say goodbye to Beck as he gets ready for his three jobs, we don't have college degrees, so the goddamn employment agency won't let us get proper jobs, so I'm stuck singing in the fucking street whilst Beck does multiple jobs.
We can barely afford the apartment let alone all the stuff with it like electricity and water.
I walk down to my usual spot beside the coffee shop near that school Hollywood Arts, supposedly for talented people. It's also conveniently close to the mall, attracting attention on the weekends.
I sit on the rough, uncomfortable stone, opening my case to take out my battered but still nice sounding guitar.
I look over to the school filled with singers and actors. 'Ugh I always wanted to go there!'
I spot the group that always caught my eye, it consisted of a bouncy redhead, a curly haired nerd with a puppet, a keyboard guy with dreadlocks, a talentless harpy which I have heard sing before, she's so goddamn loud and off-tune that it honestly gives you a headache in the first three seconds, and the last one is a beautiful Latina, 'Yes I said beautiful, she just has those cheekbones, slim figure and long wavy brown hair.'
Sometimes I try and steal a glance, it usually comes off as a stare and she's caught me a couple of times. Now that I think about it she must be really creeped out.
I spot her walking into school with her 'oh so talented' (Who I presume) sister, dressed in a white shirt showing her stomach (A/N I do not know what those are called xD) a bright red jacket and dark navy jeans that accent her ass.
So... I may or may not be checking her out, she catches me staring again and waves with a smile, making her sister look at her with a questioning glare. They both sit outside for a while discussing things, I tear my eyes away.
Feeling the heat rise to my face I look down, shifting around to make myself comfortable. I play the introduction of my written song.
White lips, Pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, Sour taste
Lights gone, Days end
Struggling to pay rent
Lone nights, Strange men
People start to form a small crowd, some tossing in coins whilst others just enjoy the free music.
And they say she's in the class a team,
stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking
Wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
I continue to sing and play as I watch coins and the odd note being thrown into my case. Oh look, that should get us something nice. I spot the prissy boy Ryder, he just loves making fun of me, he went through the system like I did, but he actually got adopted by a nice family.
Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in her pilot she flies to the motherland
Sells love to another man
It's to cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
I glare at him, he glares back, both of us not willing to break the stare until he turns the corner only to enter Hollywood Arts.How the hell did he get accepted there! He doesn't even have any talent. Ugh...
Ripped gloves, Raincoats
Try to swim to stay afloat
Dry house, Wet clothes
Loose change, Bank notes
Weary eyes and dry throats
Cool girl, No phone
The money piles up and the crowd starts to disappear, leaving an even smaller one, I'm guessing either they're going to work or class.
And they say she's in the class a team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately
Her face seems
Slowly sinking
Wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
I guess to me, playing guitar is a chance to express myself and let out my emotions, as a means to just let go and get everything out of me. I had no other choice. I'm not one to show my emotions, so I let it all out through song.
And we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in her pilot she flies to the motherland
Sells Love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
The angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes hoping for a better life
This time we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
I am now gently strumming the guitar lowering the sound, immersing myself in the flowing river of music.
And they say she's in the a team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately
Her face seems
Slowly sinking
Wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life comes free to us
Only strumming once per chord, I sing the last chorus.
Cause we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly
To fly
Or angels to die
With the last strum I hear clapping from the small crowd, with the occasional whoop and whistle.
Wow, that worked out didn't it.
After 3pm I figured it was time to go back home. My arm hurts like hell! But I got my $30 goal! Time to head home, I don't think Beck's back yet. He should have only finished his second job.
I stop at my local coffee shop 'The Roast' and order my favourite coffee, black with two sugars. As I walk out I feel a scalding hot liquid splash my t-shirt, and hear a worried voice.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I look up from my stained shirt to see the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen.
END CHAPTER 1
(A/N) I'm going to write this at the start of any story I write. Please, if you don't like my story, and you post a review about how much it sucks, tell me why!
So then I can improve for later chapters and stories! Review please! :3 Follows and favourites are also appreciated! Thanks for Reading! Just updated this because people did point out a HUGE mistake I made. Whoops...