"Shut up, stupid orphan. What would you know about anything? Your parents were druggies!"
"You don't know anything!" She yelled back, indignantly. "Besides, even if they happen to be druggies-which they weren't- that wouldn't have anything to do with me. At least I can pass trig, you're still still stuck on pre algebra!"
The senior, a superstar athlete, scowled at her. He was actually in algebra 2 because he failed it the year before. The bell rang, and he motioned for his posse to follow him as he left, spitting vulgar descriptions of the innocent 16 year old.
Usually, Ashling didn't snap like that. She shouldn't have corrected Aslan's star player like that, he could make her school life more miserable than it already was. She should have stuck with her blend in and stay invisible tactic. It had started to make people forget her-which would be better than how they all whisper about her now.
She wandered towards her home. Ashling hated riding the bus, she preferred the quiet walk back to the adoption center on her own. The quiet walk often added a stark contrast to life at school and at the center. As she arrived, she stared at the rather large, old-fashioned house which she stayed at. There was a tinge of Self-satisfaction at The realization that it was Friday night and she had no homework as she stepped up onto the porch that she had been found on and walked through the door.
"Hey, Ash welcome back. Glad to see you made it through Another school week" Said Dimitri brightly smiling at her she walked into the living area.
"Yeah, that's a huge accomplishment these days." Ash sighed as she flopped down onto the pathetic Excuse for a couch.
"Why did have that many mirrors in the school?" Asked Rowan, Dimitri's twin brother. His green eyes twinkled mischievously as he tease her. He seemed to take a special enjoyment from the endeavor. Usually that's the only way that she could tell them apart-Demetri never teased her like Rowan did.
"Oh shut up, leave the poor girl alone." Dimitri told his brother. He didn't sound too irritated, but Dimitri never did. "She goes through enough at school. You know that."
"Well, whatever. Have fun with the little brats. We're going out tonight," Rowan commented, addressing Ashling.
Dimitri stepped over and gave Ashling a quick Kiss on the cheek before stepping out the door with his brother.
Ashling sank down in her seat, Enjoying a few minutes of peace before the two young children came running downstairs. The little girl led the chase followed by her older brother. They were two of the only children that were actually biologically related. The little boy - a goofy looking strawberry blonde- had a stuffed dragon about as big as him on his head. He was chasing his sister who squealed in amusement. Ashling stood up, slightly alarmed that the children were playing with the one keepsake her family had left her.
"Okay, enough with the Dragon," she said, "lets go put Jack away."
"Awww!" Groaned Greyson - the boy - who everyone just called Grey. "But we were having fun!"
"Maybe, But do you think Jack would have much fun if you got his wing torn off?" Ashling challenged him gently. Both children quieted.
"No..." Ali, Grey's little sister, admitted guiltily.
"Do you want Jack to not have fun?" Ash asked.
"No..." Ali replied again, as Grey grumbled unintelligibly.
"Then let me go put him up and I'll find us another game to play." Ash smiled at the two kids as she walked upstairs to her room. She really adored the two, she just didn't want them to tear up her dragon - it was the only thing her parents had left her. She presumed that they had won it at a carnival given its rather large size and typical, four-legged-design and light, blue colour. She set Jack down on her bed, then made her way back downstairs.