Hello...It's me again. I think I want to make the story into the view points of two different characters. Thomas, Parker, and maybe a few chapters, short chapters, I remind you, where they are in the viewpoint of Alice. Sorry if I don't update the story as often as you, or I would like to. School started last week, so I'm pretty busy with homework. So...yeah. This chapter is in the prespective of Parker.
It was the first day of school. I didn't know if I should be tired, anxious, or nervous. Of course, I had known these kids my whole life, but even though they knew me as well, none of them really knew me.
Sure, they knew I was good in school, and that I lived downtown, but they didn't know that I had no parents. They didn't know that I lived in an orphanage. Where people hated me. I was different. I didn't want to get adopted. Part of that was because from every adoption success story I heard, it was always about some little kid. Not an eighth grader. A teenager had a smaller chance of getting adopted. It bothered me. But that wasn't the only reason. I didn't want to have a new family. I didn't want to get close to somebody ever again. It had only been four years since my parents died. It's not some cliché how they died either.
It wasn't a car crash, on a rainy night. My parents were gunned down. It was very tragic, and it still hurt to think about them to this very day. One day we were just a happy family, sitting and eating dinner, talking about our days. The next day, they were dead, and I had no one in the world but me.
I remember it clearly. I was sitting at home, nine years old, waiting for Mom and Dad to come home from their anniversary. Anniversary number ten to be exact. There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole only to find a police officer. Remebering what Dad had always told me, I opened the door.
"Are you Parker Valentine?" He asked, I said yes and he tod me the awful news.
My parents were walking home, and...you know what happened. The only reason they knew where to look was because my dad had his wallet on him. My picture was in it. A man had called the police while he was walking down the street. He just happened to look down the alleyway...
I wouldn't think about that. I had to be happy. For Dakota.
Dakota was my best friend. I had known her for two years now, but she never made me feel likd a friend. She was a popular kid, which meant that she had better friends than me. Closer friends than me. I was just something to take up space. But at least she treated me like a friend.
I wouldn't allow myself to get closer to her. She just might be snatched away, and I would be alone again.
I tried to isolate myself from anybody. I didn't talk that often, and people thought I was weird. I wanted to be weird though. Less people would talk to me.
It was then that I looked at the clock in my room, and decided that it was time to go to the bus stop. I never bothered with eating breakfast, but Linda, one of the people who worked there, always wanted me to. Which was why I left when I had basically no time left.
"Parker!" It was Linda. "Parker, I just want you to have a great day," I just noticed how she slipped a banana into my backpack as she hugged me, "don't get into trouble, I love you!"
I quickly pulled away from her tightening embrace, and ran outside, with a quietly mumbled "I love you" of my own.
I sat at the bus stop for only about a minute when the bus pulled up and stopped. A few of the other kids I lived with got on, me being last.
The bus left the orphanage then. Slowly at first, then gaining speed till it was at the limit.
I sighed, and again thought of the feeling that I could be described as.