Orelia Foster never thought that she would escape.
She never thought that one day, someone would come and take her away from the man who's had her most of her life.
Who only cares about the money he can make off of her.
That's how most foster par...
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❀ 𝑂 𝑅 𝐸 𝐿 𝐼 𝐴 ❀ (ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ - ɴʙʜᴅ)
I never thought the day would come where I'd be more hungover then someone who's gotten on Dionysus' bad side.
Vera made me put on these sunglasses to block how red my eyes are. She told me it wouldn't matter if she wore them because Mr. Montgomery will know anyways.
She was right because as soon as we stepped foot into the school, our principal was rounding that corner and shouted for her to take "those abominations off." I guess he has a vendetta against sunglasses or something.
She's currently in the office right about now.
So I'm alone as a headache destroys my brain and the extreme tint of the sunglasses forces me to knock into people by accident.
That girl Caroline or whatever the heck her name is keeps flashing through my mind and I'm starting to regret smoking all those joints and cigarettes and drinking all that beer.
But my whole life is one big regret so this is nothing new.
And who in there right mind didn't tell people how utterly uncomfortable converses are!?
I'm currently wearing the ones Vera gave me and it's like I'm walking on the bare floor. They have no support and it's digging into my heels.
I take a deep breath, walking slowly through the school halls which start to clear out of all the people.
Even though Vera gave me all those clothes like the washed out black graphic tee and cargo pants to match, I still covered it all up with the hoodie Rogue gave me.
Technically he didn't give it to me but I also never gave it back so...
And I don't plan to.
I may not want to talk to him right now or even be anywhere near him (hence why I've been avoiding him since I've stepped foot in this school) but I'm wearing his hoodie. It smells like him.
That sounds creepy in my head so I'll never say it aloud but still...
I pull on the straps of the brown corduroy book bag Vera had given me and the hood covering my hair.
Right when the bell rings signaling classes to begin, I spot that jacket with the skulls on the back and jeans two sizes to big for him.
Those same black headphones on his head and that light purple book bag.
My eyes widen when he stops in the middle of the hall and turns around. My heart slows down a bit when his gaze continue to stay glued to the ground, hands in pockets.
