I looked around and took in my surroundings. I was in hipster central, Starbucks. Looking out the window, the rain seemed to be coming down harder so I figured I might as well get something to drink while I wait for it to let up.
After paying for my simple, yet delicious caramel cappucino I made my way over to a table by the window. Sitting alone and silently sipping the scorching beverage, I began to get lost in my music again. This time it was a song from my absolute favorite band, One Direction.
Most people would never think I would listen to such music because of how I looked. Dressed in usually all black, sometimes with a bit of red, white, or navy blue, I didn't really look like I would listen to bright, girly music. But I did and it made my days better to listen to the music that help me get past my parents death. When my parents died, all I ever played was One Direction. It was like everytime I played their songs all my problems would vanish, the only thing left were their lyrics and the catchy beats to go along.
As "Rock Me" blared through my headphones I failed to notice 3 boys enter the store until they sat down in my booth. I looked up from my drink only to be staring at the 3 faces I dreaded seeing. Erick, Robert, and Steven all sat across from me glaring at me. These were the boys who made my life suck more than it already did. Verbally and physically abused by them for about 5 years now, you would think I would be used to it. But I wasnt. Each time they did something it hurt just as much as the first time. I never did anything back though. I guess I just had an awful life already so it didn't really matter anymore.
I took out my headphones to listen to whatever insults the boys had today. I waited. Nothing. I raised my eyebrows as to say 'continue' but still nothing.
"What?" I snapped.
"Give me your drink." Steven demanded.
"No."
"Give it to me."
"No."
"Wrong answer."
And with that he smacked the cup out of my hands, the still very hot drink spilling on to my clothes. I immediatly stood up and grabbed some napkins trying to absorb some of the liquid off of my pants. My legs were burned and possibly blistered, no doubt.
Tears pooled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I would not give the boys the satisfaction of letting them know I cried. It would just show me as weak. I pushed through the door, out in the chilly afternoon. The rain let up into a light drizzle so I didn't have to try to walk that fast.
Turning left at the end of the street I thought to myself. Why does everything seem to happen to me? First I loose both of my parents because of some random prick with a gun, then none of my 3 older brothers want me, next I get put in an orphanage where I'm the oldest girl and none of the younger girls like me, and finally I get bullied every day. What did I do to deserve this fucked up life I live in? As the wind howled around me, my face felt cold and wet, but not from the rain. I didn't realize I had been crying since I left Starbucks. Wiping my tears with the back of my hand, I ran the last couple of steps to the orphanage, the place I could never call home.
"Hi Jay! Where were you?" I looked up to see it was Becky that was talking to me. Becky was basically like just a helper around the building, cleaning up here and there after the younger girls. She was about in her mid 20's and very thin. I always thought she looked like Anna Kendrick but I never told her.
"Out." I replied in my normal and completely monotonic voice.
"Oh well Mrs. Hardin wants to see you up stairs. Something about a job I believe."
"Oh ok."
As I made my way up the 6 flights of plain gray stairs I couldn't help but think, why would Mrs. Hardin offer me a job? As I ran up the last couple of steps, I could hear 2 voices talking. One was no doubt, Mrs. Hardin. The other was a mans voice. I stepped on to the landing and headed straight back towards the supervisors office.
Mrs. Hardin, dressed in her usual black pantsuit and black Gucci stilettos, had her back turned away from me as she talked to a man whos face I couldn't see. I cleared my throat and both of them jumped up and I recognized the man as no other than Paul freakin Higgins. I almost screamed with joy seeing it was Paul but I kept quiet.
"Uh, Becky said..." I trailed off not knowing how to finish my sentence.
"Oh right! Well this man here is Paul Higgins and he's sort of One Directions manager. You do know who One Direction is, don't you?" She asked.
"I know who he is and yeah."
"Oh ok! That makes it better that you know of them! So listen, Mr. Higgins here has a job offer for you. Basically you would have to cook and clean after the 5 boys. I know you're young still but management wanted to give a random girl the oppurtunity for something better. You would have a guaranteed place to live and it pays good."
I couldn't believe what she just said. Me clean and cook for One Direction? Oh hell yes. But wait, I still had school.
"I'll do it but only one condition." I said.
"And what is that?" Paul spoke for the first time since my arrival.
"I want to finish my schooling but is there any way you could get me the online courses?"
"Oh thats fine. We'll pay for that if thats the only thing you want."
I nodded my head and Mrs. Hardin told me to go pack my stuff. I raced down the stairs almost knocking into some of the other girls in the building. I was actually smiling and happy for the first time in over a year. I rushed into my room that I shared with Tammy, a 13 year old who came to the orphanage shortly after I did. We never really talked because she was usually taking care of her little sister who was on the 2nd floor with the rest of the 3 year olds. She wasn't in the room when I got in there so I grabbed my suitcase I used when I was first dropped off here and began shoving everything I owned into it.
I took one look at the suitcase and felt sad. Was that it? All of my belongings, everything I worked hard to pay for fit into only one small bag? I shook the thoughts from my head and walked towards the dry erase board me and Tammy had up in our room. I figured if I wasn't going to see her again I might as well leave a note.
Tammy-
So I'm leaving to go to London. I hope you and your sister get adopted together. I know we never really talked, but I'll miss you. x ♥
Jay(:
I took one more look around the room to make sure I grabbed everything. Exiting the room and walking down the corridor I thought of my brothers. What if they ever tried to find me again? Would they be worried if I wasn't here? Oh, who was I kidding. Its been more than a year and they never even attempted to look for me.
As I got to the front door, my suitcase in hand, Paul and Mrs. Hardin were already there.
"All set to go?" Paul asked.
I nodded and gave him a small smile before stepping outside and handing Paul my luggage to put in the trunk of the van. As I stepped into the car, I smiled.
I was about to go meet One Direction.
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