Why Me?

Chapter 2

Daisy's P.O.V

I woke up to a strange feeling of being watched and when I opened my eyes... The man was staring at me and a boy a little older than me was staring to. They were standing just inside the doorway. I sat up and scooted to the corner of my bed looking at them both quite frightened. I no longer felt like I was wearing my comfy jeans and pretty shirt, instead I was wearing a baggy blue long sleeve shirt and sweat pants. I felt weird since I don't know how I was changed.

I focused on what they were talking about, since I wasn't paying attention being in my thoughts. "She is cute, Mr. Brookes. So she's the girl I have to show around school tomorrow? Is she shy? Do I walk her home and make sure she is safe? Oh, do I have to come over every day like last time?" The boy kept on with the questions and I looked at him and then to the man, my foster dad aka Mr. Brookes. "Yea Nick, she is the new foster kid. She seems shy and yes to walking her home and making sure she is safe. It would be helpful if you do what you did with the last foster kid, but make sure this one does better. I would rather not wait for my wife to bring in another brat." Mr. Brookes said.

I put my feet down on the floor and got up. Both of them are taller than me. Nick watched me. He looked me up and down then smiled. I smiled back. I then looked up at Mr. Brookes, he looked at me and smirked but his eyes showed danger. I was scared and I shivered. Nick walked towards me and Mr. Brookes left.

"Hey. I am Nick. You are pretty. I didn't mean to have startled you when you woke. We weren't in here long. Your foster mom changed your outfit. Anyway, I am going to be your best friend." He said to me. I was kinda shocked. I mean it's awesome that I have a friend, but don't people make friends not be told that they are yours. Eh, whatever as long as he is nice. "I am Daisy. I am shy." I said quietly to him.

He smiled at me and I just looked down at my hands playing with them. "You are pretty Daisy. So, I better show you to your daily chores. I don't want you getting in trouble." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me with him as we quickly walked through the house. "You have to do dishes every time there is dishes in the sink. You also have to sweep the house. So basically you are to clean. If you don't know how to do something, do not make that excuse, but ask me. I will help you as much as I can." He said.

I am scared. He is making it sound like I will be entering a war ground and I might not make it out. That reminded me of the last time I saw my parents. They looked scared and they hid me in the closet of my room that wasn't set up yet. I was born early. I am a bit fragile. With how delicate I was I could sleep in my crib past the usual age they move you to a toddler bed.  I am easily scared. That night I heard screams and cries then nothing and at last, police sirens busting into the house. I let out a small cry and heard running as they came to me. I'm not sure exactly how long I was in that closet, but I was terrified.  

"Are you okay? Did you hear me?" Nick asked. I blinked away the tears that were in my eyes and nodded my head. "I am scared." I said almost under a whisper. He looked at me and then we heard a door slam shut and he even jumped. That can't be good, Mr. Brookes must be angry. I grabbed Nick's hand and hid behind him.

"Great the brat trusts you. Well what are you waiting for? Get to work. Nick you can stay for dinner. Now scatter. You are in my way!" He said and yelled angrily. I was squeezing Nicks hand but it disappeared and I followed closely behind him. I was scared to be alone. Mr. Brookes might kill me.

Nick told me to get cleaning and then he went outside where Mr. Brookes went. I wanted to follow Nick but I didn't want to make him mad. I grabbed a broom and swept every room in the house. I did the dishes and dusted. I straightened up every room to look perfect or close to perfect. When I finished I quickly showered and then dressed in a long sleeve and jeans. I brushed my hair into a ponytail.