When Will I Be Loved?

Chapter 3

I was in the bathroom.
Tears were all over my cheeks, I skipped about all the classes, but I didn't care.

I wiped off all the tears and walked out. There were a few teenage girls out there and they laughed. I saw one of their friends though wasn't laughing, she was giving me the: I'm sorry, Look. I just ran to my alley.

Then I saw James walking by, as I was sitting down to cry some more. He heard crying and started walking down. Uh oh. "Hello? Who is there?' Then he saw me. "Anadil? Why are you crying? And why arn't you home?" He asked.

"James, I didn't want to tell you, but now I guess I will..." He sat down across from me. "When I was 7 my parents didn't want me anymore, so they threw me in this alley." I motioned around me. "And I lived here since. No one who came by cared. The city would come everyday with food. They payed for me to go to school. I bathed in the little pond down there." I showed him. "People would donate old clothes to me that would fit. Some people gave me money. So yeah. That's my story."

I said trying not to cry. "That's why they said She to you. The kids at school hate me." He started crying softly and hugged me. "I'm sorry, I wish I knew before I ditched you at lunch." I smiled. "It's okay. I'm used to it."

"Wanna come home with me?" I pretended to look confused. "What's a home?" I asked, innocently. Then he looked at me seriously. "Umm, it's this pla-" I laughed. "I know what a home is." "Of course, I knew you were joking..." He said, awkwardly. I smiled. We started walking to his house.

We talked about random things like, school, favorite bands, etc. I found out he is a Christian, and his favorite band is Hillsong United. Yay!

We had reached his house. It was a three story, six bedroom, four bath, house. "Wow..." I muttered. He laughed and kissed my forhead.

I stood there awkwardly, realizing what he did. "Are you coming?" He asked smiling. I smiled, "Yes." We walked in and his parents were making dinner. "Hi James, who is this?" His mom said, giving me the eye.

James looked at me and smiled.
"Mom, dad. This is Anadil."
"Anadil..? What's your last name?" His mom asked. Crap. I thought.

"Umm mom, she is kinda... How do I say this... Homeless?" I looked at him. Then his mom.
"Homeless? Hun, we do not let monsters inside the house."

Once I heard that I ran out the door. I heard James yelling in the background something, but I just kept running.