class of 2019: that's what i was supposed to be. supposed to walk the stage in connecticut's june as a west ham high school senior graduate. after a year on their cheerleading team and serving as a co-captain, i thought i was finally turning around my life as a foster child. my foster-brother grizz started on varsity for football, so we were in and out of parties weekly. still, i tried my best to stay away from drugs since that's how my father got arrested—and how i assumed my mother went out. i thought it was finally set in stone; i was preparing my last few months of childhood.
then, i got stuck.
DONT BLAME ME: a society fanfiction.
"see you guys soon." i say to my foster parents (who i refer to as lindsay and jason) before walking with grizz to get on a bus. it's our senior trip, and we're finally getting away. it's weird, that this is the first time i'm leaving my temporary family. at least this one in specific.
my most recent family was over in bridgeport, connecticut. things were much different over there. so when i was notified i was being placed in a home in west ham, i honestly wasn't sure how to feel. sure, it's beautiful here, but i didn't think i'd fit in. surprisingly though, i did.
"ev, come on." grizz tugs at my hand as i gaze off to my fellow students. specifically, i see my ex boyfriend campbell eliot flip off his brother, sam. i can't help but reminisce.
CAMPBELL ELIOT was my first love, or rather my only love. last fall we got really close, but it wasn't until a few weeks ago in april where it got all fucked up.
the thing about campbell is; he's really dark. i kinda liked that about him, though. he balanced me out. my perfect opposite. but he's not perfect.
that was the most terrifying part. yet my mind only tries to remember the good, and constantly play them on rewind. i never wanted to dawn on the bad, in any situation. even when that was all that was happening.
WEST HAM HOMECOMING DANCE, 2018.
i come out of the gym which is blaring 'unforgettable' by swae lee. after putting in extra effort to not dance with clark, he followed after me.
"can i go to the bathroom, clark? god." i scoff.
for previous context, clark's been trying to get with me since the first week of school. and clearly, he hasn't taken the hint.
"cmon evan, don't you know how good of a dance partner i make?" i hear behind me while i walk through the halls.
i was never very used to male attention, but could tell when they simply just wanted a girls body to use.
he continues to follow me so i try to head into the nearest girls bathroom. i walk in and smooth out my light pink minidress—my favorite color. i make sure my makeup still is in tact before walking back out. right as i get out of the small crevice the bathroom sat in clark pops out, practically jumpscaring me.
"so about that dance—" he says as i make an effort to push past him. except he's cut off by someone from behind us calling "she said no." in a firm tone. clark and i both turn around to the attitudinal voice to see a pale brunette man leaning against the hallway wall.
