A Day in the Life of: Dylan
I groan as I carry my luggage up the stairs.
"Stupid elevator being broken." I mumble as I finally make it to the third floor.
I huff as I reach down into my jeans pocket. I finally get my keys out and unlock my door.
"Mom, Dad.. I'm home!" I yell as I literally drag my suitcase inside.
No one answers me. Worriedly, I drop my suitcase and search the apartment.
"Mom? Dad?" I ask but then finally find a note attached to the fridge.
Dear Dylan,
Your mother and I left New York permanently. We feel that you are of age now that you can be on your own. Don't try to contact us, because we have changed our numbers. Don't try looking for us. We have forgotten to mention one last detail that we swore we were never going to tell you.
You're adopted.
-Your father
By the time I finish reading the letter, my hands are shaking I'm so pissed off. My parents abandoned me. They think I'm old enough to be on my own? I angrily crumple the paper and throw it on the ground. I look around the apartment and notice the things my parents left behind. I throw a family picture at the wall. Was my entire life a complete lie?
Adopted. The word keeps playing in my head like a bad song. I grab my hair and fall to the floor. Adopted. I fall asleep to my thoughts.
My cell phone rings suddenly and I jump out of my nightmare.
"Hello?" I mumble.
"Hey sleepy head, did I wake you up?"
I clench my jaw. I don't need to tell her. I don't have to tell her.
"Can you come over?"
I hate how my voice sounds so… emotional.
"Of course, baby. What's wrong?"
Alex is worried and I can tell.
"Just.. please." Then I add quietly, "I need you."
There isn't any hesitation in her voice when she answers, "I'll be over in ten."
I hang up the phone without as much as a goodbye. My world is falling apart at the seams.
A day in the life of: Justin
I was ten when I was told I had cancer. I suppose you could say I'm lucky that I've survived this long. You could also say that I could have good parents, but it wouldn't be true. My mom's a druggie and sometimes (most of the time) an alcoholic. She isn't caring or sensitive to me about my disease. She tells me that I'm a "defected child" almost everyday.
I walk the streets alone most days. I steal money to pay for my treatment. Don't judge. Despite what some people in my school think, I don't do drugs. Today is just another day at school. Yes, surprise, surprise, I actually go to school. I need a scholarship so I can get the hell away from my mother.
I walk up the steps of East High quietly. I don't usually hang around a lot of people, because usually they just end up disappointed that I haven't alerted the authorities about my home life. I'm still a bit nauseated from the chemo I had recently so I kind of stumble down the hallway.
"Troy… look at him. He can barely walk."
I close my eyes and sigh. They probably think I'm drunk; wouldn't be the first time.
"Woah, dude. Take it easy." Someone puts a hand on me and I flinch away.
"Don't touch me." I say quietly.
"Are you, drunk?" the girl asks.
I sigh heavily, "Nope. It's the chemo."
I feel like being blatantly honest, so there it is.
"Chemo? The boy replies, "Oh. Dude. You need to be in a hospital."
"Troy, we should take him there. I don't think he can make it on his own."
I back away from the couple, "No offense, but I don't know you."
"I'm Troy Bolton and this is my girlfriend, Gabriella Montez."
AN: I know, crappy ending but hey it's a new chap. : ) review!