*alarm clock going off*
Kaylie wakes up, looks at alarm clock , reading 7:05, and presses the dismiss button.
Kaylie:
I guess this is where I get up to get ready or school.. I wish I could just sleep in a little longer.
*Chanel comes into room*
"Wake up girl, we have to get there on time. They're starting to ask about my attendance," says Chanel.
"Okay, I'm getting up. Is anybody in the bathroom?" Questions K.
"Yeah, Jackson's in there. I thinks he's got a new girlfriend. He never stays in there longer than 15 minutes when he doesn't." Jackson is their younger foster brother. He's 15 years old, when guys usually start to take their appearance in consideration for a young lady they may be attracted to.
"By the time I get out of bed and pick my clothes for today, he better be out of there. I need a nice, steamy shower and a Caramel Mocha if I'm going to be energized enough for a whole school day."
"Okay, we can get that for you. First though, I want to talk to you about what happened at dinner last night. Why do you always shut down and put us on mute when we ask how you slept or share our dreams from the previous night? Do you not get enough sleep or something? I've never understood this about you and I'm interested. Do you not trust me enough to let me in?" Chanel begs to Kaylie for her to open up.
"I do trust you.. I have to get ready for school." Kaylie says, not making eye contact, trying to avoid the fast-ball questions Chanel was throwing her way.
Kaylie then walks over to the door and opens it, implying that she wants Chanel out of her room. When Chanel leaves, K closes the door, gets some clothes out of the drawer, lays on the bed and smothers her face into the pillow. Letting out a muffled scream, she realizes a shower and coffee isn't going to turn this day from a fiery hell to a glistening, snow white heaven.
YOU ARE READING
Lost.
Teen FictionKaylie Fern, 15 years old and homeless. She's been without parents for as long as she can remember. Only event she can remember from her whole childhood is being alone, standing out in the cold rain, left in a New York subway station. She has no cho...