Chapter 6

"Carla!" I walked over to a little corner of the cafeteria with my plate of chicken fingers. We would always sit in the corner of the cafeteria; it was our spot.

She waved, "Hey!"

It's been nearly four years since I met her. We've become great friends. I've made a few friends here but they've all left. Friends come and go but she hasn't left, which I take as a good sign. But with friends, come enemies. I've made more of those than I can count… Can't blame them though. My bad luck still follows me. Yes, I believe in luck. Don't believe me? Well, here's an example.

Just last year, our orphanage finally installed a basketball hoop against a wall. We are all excited to play so, that's what we did. On my very first time, everything went wrong. Gregory, a scrawny blond kid, passed me the ball and ran under the basket. No one was open so I decided to shoot. I threw the ball at the basket and the ball hit the backboard. Just my luck, the basketball somehow managed to fall and hit Gregory in the head. The hoop broke and Gregory had to get twelve stitches. Everyone got so angry with me for breaking the hoop. No one really cared about Gregory's stitches…

Carla continued to talk, "How's it going?"

I smiled, "Great! I had the weirdest dream!" I looked down and noticed I didn't have a fork, "I'll tell you about it in a minute. Just let me get a fork." She nodded and I stood up.

I began to walk over to the table with all the cutlery. I never made it though because I, being the lucky girl I am, tripped and ran into Franz. Franz dropped his plate and his food fell all over the ground. Not to be harsh, but Franz is this obese Swedish guy. I would say he was kind, but I would be lying. He was spoiled as a child and he will get very angry if he doesn't get what he wants. He will get even angrier if something were to happen to his food…

I cursed, "Shit…"'

Franz yelled, "What the fuck are you doing! Look at what you've done! You've made me spill my food!"

Everyone turned their attention to us.

I apologized, "Sorry, Franz! It was an accident! I didn't mean to!"

Franz jiggled over towards me, "You're going to pay, bitch!"

"What are you going to do, Franz?" Everyone turned back to where the sound was coming from. They all saw Carla standing there with a big grin on her face. She continued, "Sit on her?"

I giggled.

Franz's face turned as red as a tomato, "Little blond girl is mean!"

I mocked him, "Carla, run! He's going to eat us!" Everyone laughed at him.

Even though he was being an ass towards me and I had complete rights to insult him back, I felt bad for what I had said.

I picked up my plate with my chicken fingers and handed it to Franz, "Here, I'm sorry for dropping your food. You can have mine."

He smiled, "Thank you, Malerie!" He wobbled away and every turned to mind their own business.

Carla looked at me smiling and shaking her head, "He could've lost the weight."

I just shook my head, "Nah, it's ok."

Carla insisted, "He completely deserved to be punished."

I looked at her, "That's the thing, we have no right to punish him. What we were doing was bullying. Bullying isn't right. It hurts… A lot. I would know. I've been bullied my entire life."

Carla hesitated. She could see that I felt bad, "So, how about that dream?"

I grinned, "Ok, so I had this dream that I was dating this REALLY hot guy. He had messy brown hair, this ear piercing at the top of his ear, and really muscly arms! What's even funnier is the fact that I even dreamt him a name. His name started with an A… It was… Umm… Aiden! His name was Aiden."

Carla laughed, "Desperate much!"

I laughed along with her, "I know, right? I dreamt up a boyfriend! With a name and everything!"

Carla mocked me a little, "So, what are you going to name your guys' child?"

I went along with her jokes, "It's a girl, and her name is going to be Mackenna."

She asked a little curiously, "Why Mackenna?"

I paused, "I don't know. I've just always loved that name." I sounded out the name, "Mackenna…"