Breathe Me ↦ JB; *hiatus*

Intro.

I woke up for school that day, another long, boring school day. But it was Friday, meaning I'd get to sleep in for the next two days. The end of the school year was approaching quickly, which I'm positive everyone was excited about.

I picked up my phone and turned off its alarm since I had woken up before it. I got out of bed, taking a shower and putting on the first set of clothes I could find. I put on my shoes, leaving my hair out and walking downstairs.

I was adopted since my parents couldn't take care of me, so I consider my adoptive parents my actual parents.

I have very faint memory of my parents, considering they had given me up at the age of 2.

My adoptive mom's name was Madeline, and my adoptive dad's name was Andrew.

They were both very kind, and took me into their humble home with their three other children, whom I considered as my siblings.

Their names were Jonah, Alex, and Brooke. Jonah was 13, Alex was 6 and Brooke was 20. She had gone off to college, so I don't see her as much.

I turned 17 not long ago. Next year was my senior year in high school, which I was more than happy about.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing my mom washing dishes from last night's dinner. We had a dishwasher, but she refused to use it.

"Morning, Madison." She said, with a soft, polite tone.

"Morning." I said, sitting down, putting my backpack on the back of my chair.

I ate my breakfast, then kissed my mom goodbye, and walked out the door. I lived less than a mile away from school, and not too many blocks down, so I just walked. I had one friend, and her name was Samantha. I'd known her since I first started school after being adopted.

I met up with her in school, and she gave me a slight hug.

"Did you do the math homework?" She asked, obviously hinting that I should let her copy my answers.

"It's due tomorrow, genius."

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Later that day, I walked home, my attention drawn to my phone.

I heard a group of kids about my age yelling in front of me, but I decided to ignore them.

They all separated, except one of them stayed behind. He was a bit tall, and had golden brown hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt, sweatpants and a pair of basketball sneakers, Jordans, to be specific.

He stopped in front of me, catching me off guard and causing me to bump into him. He turned around.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I wasn't looking."

He gave me a genuine smile. "It's all right. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I'll see you around."

I walked past him, straight to my house. Another day down, a couple more to go.