Bonita

Chapter 2. Say what

N O V A

I'll never forget that day. When I lost the only person in the world that cared and loved me as much as my Mama.

And from that day on I have never been the same.

I turned everyone away, including my friends and family. All they did was pity and feel bad for me and I hated that. When people showed up for her funeral, all they talked about was a terrible mother for leaving her daughter out and alone , and that she was probably shot because she was probably doing something illegal.

They didn't care about her, they know how hard she worked to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table, they didn't know nothing about her . Yes, she was a single mother, but guess what she did it all on her own and did a GREAT DAMN JOB!

No one took me in after she passed away, so I was put into the system and into foster care. I've been through a lot of crappie foster homes and all of them were either neglectful or abusive, or both. I never stayed to long in them because a lot of them didn't want me and passed to another foster home.

It's been like this for four years now and within these four years I've been through 10 foster homes all the same.

Right now I'm living in a foster home with three other kids both they're all younger than me. My foster father is always either drunk or working. But when he's drunk he gets abusive. He always tries to take out on us, but I never let him get the chance.

Every time he tries to strike me, I dodge him and push him away. I don't even let him near the kids cause I know he'll beat them too bad, that they end up in the hospital.

It's 7:30 right now and I should be getting ready for school. I wash my face and brush my teeth and pick out my clothes. I put on some jeans, green flannel, grey beanie, black t-shirt and black vans.

I'm more of a Tomboy if you haven't notice, I don't really like many girly things. I used to wear skirts when I was 7,but a lot has changed.

I walk down stairs from the attic, which is my room by the way, and go to the kitchen. I make the kids some breakfast, which is not much. Only cereal, milk, and bread. I get three bowls out and the cereal, as soon as the cereal hits the bowl I hear footsteps coming down stairs.

" morning Nova" said Milo,the youngest. He's 5 years old and is such a precious boy and too good for this world if you ask me. "Morning Milo" I said softly as I ruffled his hair. He giggles and shoos my hand away.

Next person that comes down is Zoe, she's 7 years old. She's a quiet little shy and quiet girl, but she very kind but she gets scared easily. "Hi Zoe did you sleep ok?" I asked, she nodded and sat down at the table next to Milo and ate her cereal.

And lastly Jamie, he's 10 years old and is a stubborn boy but he's very smart. I look out for him because me and him  have a lot in common. We both lost our moms and we're both stubborn. He lost his mom from cancer and he didn't know his dad either.

"Hey Jamie and good morning"

"Morning" he said while yawning, he sat down near to Zoe and Milo. I don't eat breakfast anymore like I used to so I start getting theirs and my stuff together for school.

We leave don't bother telling our foster father ,because he's usually gone for work by the time we're up. So we don't say goodbye or anything. I grab my skateboard and book bag then head out.

I go to my middle school while Jamie, Milo, and Zoe go to their elementary school which is right across from me. It's only a 15 minute walk, but 10 if I ride my skateboard.

I pulled up to my school and go straight to my locker, while avoiding everyone's gazes.

I know what your wondering.

Are you popular or something?

You could say I'm popular for my rage and anger issues. And, No! I don't get into fights, I just yell at the teachers sometimes and break a few school properties. I don't like to hurt people but if they hit me first I'll won't hesitate to hit them back.

First class is math with the 8th graders. Yup, a 12 year old with a bunch of 8th graders. I told you I was smart. I skip 7 grade and now I'm with all these horny teenagers. gross

As I enter the class I head straight to the back, like how I like it. I take out my note book and pencil and start working on my work since I have nothing else to do.

I was in my work for only a few minutes until a band is slammed on my desk but I didn't bother to look up  to know who it was. "What do you want Rachel?" I said still doing my work.

" did you do the homework last night?" She said, I look up and see her with narrow eyes and a fake smile. "Yes" I deadpanned.

"So can you-"

"I'm not giving it to you" I bluntly interrupted her, to which she tries to glare at me. Key word 'tried'. I simply roll my eyes and ignore her. When she realized she wasn't a big threat to me she huffed and walked away.

That puta honestly thought she could push me. Please.

B O N I T A

My three periods go by fast, and right now I'm at lunch. I sit by myself of course, and am eating my apple. I don't really eat much since most of the foster homes I've been in had not food. So I've really gotten used to small portions.

I finished my apple and grabbed my sketch book from my bag and began drawing. When I'm bored or finished up my homework I draw. It helps actually but some times I draw my dreams and nightmares or what I like to call them memories.

I was drawing for 10 minutes when my name was said from the intercoms telling me to come to the office. What do they want now?I didn't do anything today! The cafeteria goes quiet and everyone stares at me as I leave. Freaking stalkers.

I head to the office and as I go in the receptionist tells me the principal is waiting for me in his office. I walk in and I see the principal and some big tall dude in the corner. He gave me cold aura radiating off him and It kinda made me shiver.

"Nova, please take a seat" the principal gestures to the empty seat next to the cold and mysterious man. I sit down and slouch in my seat and look at the principal as saying ' so what do you want look' on my face.

"So Nova I don't know how to tell you this, but... your foster father got into a very bad car accident and has died sadly not too long ago this morning.." she said with a sympathetic look. I on the other hand was emotionless and didn't care. As a matter of fact I was relieved, now Jamie, Zoe, and Milo will be put in a much better foster home than that damn bastards.

"So now what?" I asked bluntly which shocked the principal by my reaction she was given. "W-well your   Foster brothers and sister will be put together in another foster that has had a lot of great reviews, while you will be put into the custody of your older brother." She explained.

WAIT!

SAY

WHAT!!!

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End of chapter 2
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