Poison

Chapter 1

"Just another day. Another foster home. Another school. Another "family" that tolerates me. Another day of surviving. Just another fucking day." I thought as I packed my bag for school. I put on the clothes I laid out. I stepped into my faded blue jeans that had a tear on the left knee. I put on a black tank top and put my big dark-green, army jacket over it. I put on my white convers and my black beanie. I fixed my hair; making sure my curls were full I volume while they hung down my back. As I admired my outfit choice in the mirror, my door swung open causing me to jump

"Hurry up." My new foster mother, Karen, said coldly from my doorway. I nodded my head in response. Karen was about to leave when she stopped and turned around to face me again. "You better answer me when I'm talking to you." She scolded with her wrinkled hands on her hips. "I nodded." I replied in a small voice. "What did you say?" She asked. "I'm sorry Kar-" I didn't get to finish me apology. I felt a sharp smack to t left cheek. I cupped my face in attempt to calm the stinging. "Don't you talk back to me!" She yelled. Karen hated me. I'd been there for 2 weeks and I'd already gotten 7 bruises and 3 gashes i was sure would scar. I was just a plan to get her husband back which I guess is why I always became the target for her violence. From what I'd gathered so far, her husband left her for another woman. She wants desperately to get him back so she became a foster mother to a 7 year old named Chapin and me; a 17 year old named Alex. Chapin was the lucky one. She was only here temporary. Her mom was scheduled to get out of rehab in a few weeks. Her mom started taking heroine when Chapin was about 4. She's been in and out a lot but she finally finished and should be fit to take Chapin back home very soon. Karen straightened up her blue button up blouse and tucked it into her khaki pants. She ran her fingers through her straight, blonde hair and sighed in frustration. "Get your shit. The school will open in an hour." I picked up my shoulder bag and headed for the door. Karen left my room and slammed the door. I could already tell I was going to hate everyday here.

I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind as I headed down stairs. Karen decided to put me into the fucking attic. I walked down the stars and out the door. Since my school was an hour walk away I was going to ask Karen to drive me; but last time I asked her for anything she slapped me so I guess I'll be walking. On the walk I thought about how hard the courses would be and how much homework the teachers would give. Once I got to the school I took a deep breathe and opened the doors. The doors opened into this big hallway covered with lockers and chatting students. None of them seemed to notice me as they carried on with their conversations. But there was one who did. He was tall, intimidatingly so, wearing a regular t-shirt with jeans and white converse. All black except for the shoes. He had a full head of curly hair and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. He was at the water fountain when I came through the doors but as I trudged forward I seemed to catch his eye. He stopped drinking as he scanned my body up an down. He smirked as he slowly wiped the drop of water from his bottom lip with his thumb; making his dimple seen. Normally I would've smiled back at him but something told me I should look away...