My Russian Romeo

Unexpected Visit

March 3. Day after day I have had to put up with this guy's bull. He pisses me off just by looking at him. During lunchtime, I'm sitting alone (as if I have any friends). The guy comes up to me and does his daily picking. "You know why Nick broke up with you?" I don't answer his question and continue to eat.

He scoots closer and lowers his voice so that only I can hear. "It's because he didn't want to be known for dating the weird orphan. Look around. No one here likes you anyway." Why do I allow myself to be walked over? I slam my hands on the table. I stand up, angry tears stain my face. "Fuck off bastard!"

And just then, the boy gave me a look I've never seen him make. It was an apologetic one. An expression of pity and sorrow. But I don't need anyone's pity. I wipe my tears and leave the cafeteria.

As I storm out of the cafeteria, my heart pounds in my chest, and my mind races with a whirlwind of emotions. The hallways blur around me. I make my way to the nearest exit, needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

Outside, the cool air hits my face, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I sit down on the school's front steps, feeling the weight of loneliness and anger pressing down on me. But in this moment of solitude, I realize something important: I don't need anyone's approval to define my worth.

I stand up feeling much better and I decide to walk home. School was not for me today. I'll try again tomorrow. When I get home, my foster mother, Helen, is cooking. She looks at me with a confused face. "What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be at school!" I lower my head as she scolds me.

"Well, I was just having a bad day and couldn't stand being there so-" All of a sudden, Helen cuts me off and starts going on a whole rant lecturing me. "Oh, you couldn't stand being there? That's too damn bad. Maybe if you had some friends, you'd like school, but clearly no one there likes you." Why does everyone keep belittling me? "Ok I'm sorry Helen I jus-"

"I don't want to hear it. Give me your phone and go to your room right now young lady!"

I grit my teeth as I slam my phone down on the nearby counter. Helen glares at me. I stomp up the stairs to my room. It doesn't have much in it. Just a dresser and bed. My room in every one of my foster homes has always looked depressing. Almost like they don't care for me. I wouldn't care for me either. I sit down on the bed with a huff and look around. "I hate this place. I can't wait until I get the chance to leave." I weep in silence. Why is my life so horrible?

Later that night I'm lying down, just staring at the ceiling. It's not like I have anything to do. PLINK! I sit up quickly out of bed and look at the window. PLINK! BANG! I jump and stand up from the bed, ready to make a run for it.

The sound doesn't go away. After a few moments, I decided to go up to the window. I open the window, and the winter air hits me in my face. I wince at the chilliness. Looking out, I couldn't really see anything at first. I then looked over into the shadows and I saw it. The silhouette of a person. A very familiar one. They had short blonde hair. I peer closer and then I can clearly see them. Nick?