Welcome to this train wreck I call a story. Pull up a chair and enjoy the ride, folks. It will surely be a long one.
Disclaimer: Do not own D. Gray Man.
Find Me
Allen walker has never really wanted to be alone. He didn't want to be lost. Deep in his heart he was waiting for love, for family, for friends. He was waiting for someone to find him. Sadly, it's never easy to find something when everything around is dark and obscured.
The young boy got into the car wishing he could just go back to his room and sleep forever. The 15 year old obviously did not like school or waking up early for that matter. Combined with the fact that he was transferring to a new school full of strange people and his appearance, today would be a living hell.
"Excited about school, kiddo?"
"…"
"Aw c'mon, it's not that bad. High school was some of the best years of my life."
Allen felt a bit bad for ignoring his foster mother. Anita and Cross had been taking care of him for three years already. Allen hadn't expected to stay long with them. He soon had come to know why he was staying with this family so long. Cross and Anita weren't really together, even though Allen could see how Anita like Cross. Unfortunately, Cross was a cheating, drunk bastard. Allen had learned this within the first few weeks of his stay. The false couple was fostering him in order to keep him from being passed around. For some reason, someone needed Allen to stay in one place where he could be checked on constantly. Realizing he probably wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon, Allen had decided to get used to Anita.
"If you want we could stop on the way to get you some coffee and a snack."
Allen, not wanting to pass up on food, nodded. As promised they stopped somewhere and got some. Allen proceeded to eat enough doughnuts to feed a small army. Anita had long since grown accustomed to Allen's eating habits.
"Allen…What time does school start?"
"8… why?"
"Crap."
It was 7:58.
Allen clung to whatever he could as Anita slammed her foot on the gas pedal. Great. It was his first day and he was already going to be late. The car sped down the road as Allen prayed to whatever was out there that the car ride would kill him but spare Anita so he wouldn't have to endure this school day. They successfully reached the school parking lot without getting mauled or attracting police cars. Anita dropped Allen off with a quick goodbye and wished him good luck.
Staring at his schedule, he realized his first class would be math… his least favorite subject. Luck was not on his side today. How had he woken up at 5 a.m. only to be late to his first class? It was probably because he fell asleep in the shower but still, why him? Allen ran as fast as he could to his first class, ignoring the strange looks he got. He was used to it. His hair was white, which wasn't exactly a normal color. He was now 15 minutes late to his first class. Walking up to his classroom, or at least, what appeared to be his classroom, he muttered a quick prayer under his breath and opened the door.