It's Just Me

Chapter 21

I haven't noticed something in a while:

My depression is gone.

And I'm growing up. And I now realize that all of the things that have already happened to me, I will have to deal with on real life. For the rest of my life. And, in three weeks, I'll be turning fifteen. Julia knows that, and she asked me if I wanted a party. "No," I replied. "I don't need a party. I have you." I smile at the thought as I walk back to the orphanage. I wonder if James is okay, and If Angela is over him, or what ever happened to Natasha. I haven't spoken to her in a couple weeks. I walk into the beige colored door, an kindly wave to the woman at the front desk. She mumbles and frowns, then continues to work. I walk a bit faster to my room. The door is opened. I could've sworn I had locked it. The cleaning lady must've came in and had forgotten to close the door. I push the door open and see a dark figure in my room. I scream. I close the door and run away, as fast as I can. I see my room door open. Just then a strong looking boy, that looked about my age, came out of his room and watched a man with a mask that was dressed in black Sprint out into the main room with some of my things like clothes, my radio and other things. The man is about to leave the store, when the boy I saw come out of his room earlier tackle him to the ground. He rolls around throwing punches and kicking the strange person in the back. I reach in to the fight and grab my clothes, my radio and my cellphone. I call 911. Since the police station is 1 block away, the cops say that they will be there in 1 minute. When they arrive, the boy lets go of the man who he stopped. The cops take it from there.

"What we're you doing to this man?" One cop asks the boy as he handcuffs the man.

"I was stopping him from stealing this girl's things," the boy replies.

"You are free to go then. He won't bother any of you guys ever again." I just hope I can trust this cop. I always have a hard time trusting people. The boy comes up to me and says that he is glad that I am safe.
    "Hi. I'm Daniel. But, you can call me Danny. Well uh, maybe we can you know hang out?" I smile. He is cute. And I feel that I can trust him. He saved my radio, and my things. And most importantly, my life.
"Sure," I reply. "I'd like that."
"How does now sound?"
I nod. "Great."
"Well then, it's a date!" Danny exclaims. I laugh, as he picks me up wedding style, and carries me into my room. He sits me down on my bed, and sits down next to me. Daniel and I talk for hours. He's so good for me that I almost feel uneasy about him.