HEY! First off, I am extremely sorry that I did not update last week. I had an essay and my final was yesterday.. and I PASSED! SO! With the course over I will try to make the chapters longer! Much longer! If you see any errors please review or message me or something. R&R, please!
I went home and finished my weekday chores. Helped a few younger kids with their homework and then went to my room. Home for the Abandoned was built in the 1970's and runs on donations and government funds. However, there is an elder woman that retired from teaching and teaches the youngest of the orphans. The youngest is about five. Any kids younger than that are adopted quickly. Many parents or couples want to adopt young children. Rarely is a child booted from the orphanage, and I almost was. Sixteen is the maximum age, but I got a job and the money goes toward the orphanage except for a small percentage. Making me the oldest, I try not to make trouble, but it usually finds me. Trouble, my adopted middle name.
I waited for the last person finish showering to leave my room and then jumped in. Cold water greeted me, but after doing this for the umpteenth time, I've adapted. I climbed out, put on a t-shirt, and went to my room. Being the eldest means, I get my own room, but it's the size of Harry Potter's closet. I'm not complaining, better than having to share a room. There are times when one of the young ones have a nightmare and come in here, but those times are comforting. I am thankful I have a window, though. One small window, but large enough me to sneak out of. As I soundlessly opened the window and crawled through, I could already hear the stars' whispers. This part of the town does not have many shops, therefore, not may lights; making the stars incredibly visible to those who care to marvel. The moon was shining and the wind breezed through the sky carrying my hair with it. The stars' whispers are not like those from the girls' locker room. These are soft and full of care. The orphanage is my home, but the stars are my family. They even whisper questions concerning my day, and I whisper back. Weird? Therefore, past weird it's normal. I whisper about Damon and there was silence.
".. Your…faith. Destiny…beware."
Never have they spoken of my destiny.
"What do you mean?" I speak louder than a whisper
"..It is time.. we will watch you. Favor be with you, our Stella."
And they were gone, but their millions of eyes were watching me. I blew a kiss and went back into my room. I did not even mention tomorrow. I set my alarm and closed my eyes, only to dream of the stars. Then waking up again, because I forgot to brush my hair.
BAMP! BAMP! BAMP! BAMP!
My alarm blared, 6:30 am exactly. I jumped out of bed(literally, it's the only way to wake up) and picked up my small box. After running to the bathroom and I picked my brush out of the box and groomed my hair. Brushed my teeth and prepared for the day using what was in my box. A line had already started when I opened the bathroom door. I apologized for the hold up and continued to my room. Today I dressed in a black hoodie and flared jeans. I stashed my work shirt and my current book from the library in my purse. And I stored my emergency Swiss army knife under my foot in my shoe. I glanced at my clock to see 6:50 and sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen. It was my shift for breakfast. I had bought extra bread with my portion of my salary for toast today. We had plenty of canned jam. There were about thirty orphans in the orphanage and I bought enough for everyone to have at least two slices of toast. I worked quickly and quietly and soon had more than sixty cooked toast on a plate in the oven so that they stay warm. With two toasters that cooked had two slots, the process went as fast as possible. The oven clock said it was 8:30 am. Did it really take that long? No matter, I had time to walk to the library before-
HAUMP! HAUMP!
I glanced out the window to see Damon's black truck. Either my clock's broken, or his is.
"Miss Stella! Have you finally found a boy to occupy your Saturdays with?" Ms. Knawl asked. I had not noticed she had walked in front of the counter in her curlers. Very hard to miss her.
"This may be the last at this rate."
"Oh, Stella! Don't run him off already! It's too early for that!"
I laughed and said my goodbyes, then walked to the car. Weird, Damon wasn't in the driver's seat…he was holding the door open for me. That was sweet of him. I smiled at him and sat down.
"Good morning, Stella!" He said after sitting in the driver's seat.
"Good morning, indeed." I said, stressing the "morning".
"Now don't be that way. Early is on time, and on time is late. " He said while pulling out of the gravel driveway.
"What about late?"
He stopped for a second and looked at me seriously.
"Unacceptable."
Well okay then. He drove out and I looked at his attire; jeans and a loose white collared shirt. Beachy.
"Where would you like to go for lunch?"
"More like breakfast."
"Brunch."
"Too early for brunch."
"Where do you want to go to eat?!" He almost yelled and I smiled a bit to myself.
"Any place caught your eye since coming here?" He thought a bit to himself.
"The mall?"
"Fine by me."
The drive would about 30 minutes if I had to guess. After what seemed like awhile, he turned on the radio. There was a commercial and then a song came on. I've heard this before..what was it?
"Alright stop! Collaborate and listen.." Damon rapped along with Vanilla Ice.
"Ice is is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo – I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle."
Remembering the lyrics I jumped in.
"Dance, Go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it."
Damon looked at me with amusement and laughed. I laughed with him.
"So Miss Lonesome is not totally out of society."
"No she's not, but that's all I know."
"Can I tell you a secret?" His voice lowered, but laughter was in his eyes. He leaned in and said, "That's all I know, too."
I gasped, "OMG! No! Way!"
We both laughed.
"I only got up to the first chorus." I said. "Usually didn't have time to listen to the rest anyway."
"Me, too." I looked at him. "Kind of."
We arrived at the mall and Damon parked. He had parked right outside the food court so we had walked right into the food court. There was your usual fast food and several local businesses, one including a store "Hathy's Hashes." I had eaten there several times. It was like a local, better, McDonalds.
"Hey, how about 'Hathy's Hashes'?" I caught Damon's attention as he was looking around and he shrugged. We made our way to the store and was greeted with "Hello! Welcome to 'Hathy's Hashes'! How my I help you?" Damon paid, and we both ate to then throw our leftovers away.
"Do you mind walking to Bed, Bath, and Beyond? There are several things I need to get for home."
Damon winced when I said home but we walked over. He attracted attention from ladies as we walked and even I caught a few guys' looks. Once Damon noticed, his he put his arm around my shoulders. It was comforting. After what seemed like an exhausting walk we finally made it to Bed Bath & Beyond. The orphanage always needed more supplies and after going to the bathroom this morning, it was towels. I found a deal for five towels for twelve dollars and made my way to the checkout line. Damon no longer had his arm over my shoulders and I found that I was starting to miss it. I released and involuntary sigh and heard "Next!"
"That will be $13.20."
Before I could pull my last $20 bill out, Damon had already handed the lady exact change. I was passed shock. Am I that slow? I looked up at him and he was looking at me with a smile. I got my towels and we walked out; his arm over my shoulders.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
No looks followed us as we made it to his truck. The radio was on but no interesting music played. It took my entire effort to not fall asleep, I was so tired. I just looked out the window and said nothing, though. Until we passed a sign. To be specific, it said "You are now leaving Durango, CO. "
"Damon, where are we going?" I asked sluggishly.
"To your new home. Now shh… just go to sleep.."
And sleep, I did.
On Microsoft Word, this is page 5. Just saying! Alrighty, I don't own the Ice Ice Baby song but I do listen to it a whole a lot.. and so… yea. And if there was a song for Stella, like Stella's song, it would be Shelter by Birdy. OKAY! So, secret hints about the story are on my profile. It has to do with "Post. Script." Please review! I look for criticism! And praise! And I gotta say, the reviews had me gushing like complimented 2 yr old girl. Lol Please review!
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