Chasing Fairy Tales (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

That night it rained. The water droplets matched the tear stains on my face. I heard Teresa and Joe arguing about me, I sighed and turned over but couldn't find a comfortable position in the single mattress, I listened to the rain and let sleep consume me into the only place I had no worries. I woke up to the smell of burning food, I quickly got up and went into the hallway "Shit, this is the second time you've burned toast Teresa! Just give up already!" I heard Joe yell, Oh great, they're both up and Teresa's failing once again to make toast! I thought. I went back into my room and closed the door everything will be okay, just think positive I said over and over to myself. I quickly went through my clothes trying to find something to wear, I settled on a white tank top with a purple jacket, gray skinny jeans, and white flats. I decided to go out the window so that I wouldn't have to face the acloholics I was placed with. I grabbed my backpack and opened my window quickly realizing that my decision to go out the window would fail due to the mud that the rain created the previous night. I slowly closed the window and went to the door listening to the adults argue, I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room quickly making my way to the door. As I passed the kitchen the sound of butter against burnt toast stopped "There's the little devil" Teresa said "Want breakfast, honey?" I actually stopped and stared at her, was she seriously talking to me? I looked around to make sure there wasn't a ghost or empty beer can around me "me?" I asked pointing to my self "Oh, don't be silly dear, of course I'm talking to you" She replied "Oh, no thanks I'm not very hungry" "Oh cut the shit and come eat" Joe chuckled "No, seriously, I'm not hungry" I said back "Well here.." Teresa said wrapping up toast "Take this with you, I know walking will make a girl like you hungry" Did she just call me fat? "Uh, Okay" I said while taking the toast, "Thanks" I headed out the door before she could reply. I stepped outside and was thankful that I wore a jacket due to the high winds and the cloudy gray sky, I sighed "Does it ever get hot here" I asked myself as I walked to the bus stop. I looked at the toast that was in my hand, It's this or nothing fo the next eight hours I told myself as I stuffed it in my mouth "Eww" I said as I swallowed how "do you make toast taste gross??" I said to myself as I waited for the bus. When the bus finally arrived I took my usual seat by the window I hope today is a good day I thought as the bus headed to the school, but as it got closer I had a dreadful feeling that it would be the total opposite of a good day.