My Angel

Chapter 1

"Geek!" someone yelled, as my face met the floor. A tear fell from my eye as pain spread through my body from the fall. The group of kids that tripped me, laughed loudly as they walked by. I pushed up on to my hands and knees, only to be kicked in the side, falling back down. I lied there, as another group of kids laughed, as they passed by.

"Ms. Jean! Get up and get to class!"

I looked up to see Mrs. Lang, the principal. Her gray hair was up in a bun, she was wearing a light gray suit coat and skirt, and her piercing grey eyes glared at me with hatred. Scrambling to my feet, I quickly limped to my next class.

"You're late Ms. Jean," Mr. Rodriguez -my math teacher- said as I entered the class.

"Sorry sir," I said walking to my seat in the middle of the class room. I opened my math book, and started my work, right when a paper ball hit me in the back of the head. I ignored it. Then another hit me. I turned around to see a smirk on Ryan Holding's face, the guy that has been using me as a personal punching bag since freshmen year. I turned around and cautioned my work. Seven more paper balls hit me before the bell rang.

I hurried and got my things, making a dash for the door before I could get tripped again. I made it to my locker, grabbed the books I needed, and heading to the door. I slid the hood of my navy blue hoodie over my head, in hopes no one could see me. People laughed and called me names as I passed through the halls. I quickly walked out the back door and over to the bike rack. I unchanged my white 60s styled bike that had a small wicker basket on the front. I hoped on, and quickly rode off. I could hear the kids laughing from behind me.

As soon as I was far enough away, I slowed down, and tried to enjoy the bike ride. The September air nipped at my skin as I slowly rolled down the street. I closed my eyes, feeling at peace for a few seconds. All the sudden there was a loud honk. I popped my eyes open, and quietly looked behind me. There was a car full of impaction teenagers. I pulled over to the edge as they quickly sped by.

"Jackasses," I muttered under my breath.

I continued, but going a little fast, not wanting to be late. I hurried, six blocks later; I pull into the drive way, of a little two story house. It was a dark blue, with brown trimming and shutters, which lined every window. I pushed my bike to the side of the house, the walked up three steps that lead to the porch. I opened the screen door and pushed the brown wooden door open. I walked in and closed the door behind me. To my left was the stairs, they went up six steps the turned right going the rest of the way to the top. To the right was a small arch way that lead into the living room, the walls was a creamy white with two white sofas that had little roses on it and two chairs to match. I walked straight down the hall, mast the living room there was another arch that led into the dinning room. It had the same white colored walls, with a dark wood table in the middle of the room. I continued walking straight into the kitchen. It had light brown walls, with light colored cabinets. I sat down at the bar stool that was at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I put my bag on the counter, and pulled out my homework.

"Tracy, I'm home!" I yelled, after I got settled, and started my homework.

Tracy was my foster mom. I lived with five other foster kids, Kayla, Abby, Jace, Caleb and Matt. Kayla's five, Abby's twelve, Jace is thirteen, Caleb is fifteen, I'm sixteen and Matt's seventeen. All six of us kids have been through a lot, moving from one foster home to the next. Most of the time, you become close to the other kids, they become your family, then you move, and lose them again.

"Emma! Start making dinner!" Tracy yelled, making me lose my train of thought.

"On it," I replied, then getting up to cook dinner. I got a pot, filled it with water, and put it on the stove.