Dark.
The room was dark. Just like everything else seemed to be as of right now in life.
My life was kind of a fucking drag and sucked.
I was always alone, the only thing I really had to keep me company was my Canon t6i. And if i didn't, well, I would honestly have nothing live for.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone then moved to much more populated town where you only knew your next door neighbors.
The warm August breeze blew through my auburn colored hair when I stepped outside. I was starting school soon, not my favorite time of the year. A week ago I got my license, which was probably kind of pointless, considering I really had no true friends.
Maybe I should explain things more thoroughly and start with the basics.
My name is Courtney Jones.
I am going to be sophomore at Huffington Private High, so I'm 16. The classes are smaller than the normal public school classes I was originally used to (only 253 people).
I love photography - unfortunately I don't have a lot of things or people to photograph.
I don't have much of family, to be honest. My parents both cheated on each other, then somehow got in a fatal crash, killing them both. I was only 11, and at the time I had a little brother named Max and he was only 3. We were separated and before the crash, he was the only thing that mattered to me. Now he's gone, god only knows where.
I wasn't close to either of my parents, they actually made my life worse before they died. My mom was rude to me and my dad never paid attention to anything. My mother always, always implied that I needed to go on a diet, keep in mind that this was when I was between the ages of 9-11 and I was only 86 lbs, which is pretty normal for girls those ages.
She changed the remainder of my childhood because of those remarks.
I think I was always a pretty difficult foster child then. I would never eat or sleep, so I look like death day in and day out. I'd put too much stress on the couple who adopted me, that they'd send me back.
It got depressing and tiring really fast.
I hated foster homes.
I never had friends that were always there as I've seen in TV shows and movies, and i've always longed for a friend like that. I wanted a best friend.
Ms. Becker became my best friend, I guess you could say. At least she was there for me, but that was also kind of her job. She worked at the orphanage I stayed at from time to time before being adopted.
I was adopted at least 4 times, causing trust issues. I could never trust anyone because it felt like betrayal.
Then I was adopted for the fifth time about a year ago, and that's where I've been ever since.
The family who adopted me were basically rich. Nice house, nice cars, nice everything. They were the ones who got me my camera and put me in the fancy private school.
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"Court?" I heard my name being called from the inside of the brick two story home. "Are you out here?" I heard the voice continue, and the voice was my foster mom, Lisa. I stood up from the grass I was sitting on and got up, heading back towards the french doors.
Living with them for 8 months hasn't been too terrible but I was alone here too. They, meaning my foster mom and dad (Steven), having been talking about adopting someone else, maybe my age.
They know I grew up with personal issues (self image issues, depression, anxiety, all that fun stuff), so they want someone to keep me company, other than my camera.
"Dinner's ready, sweetheart." Lisa told me as I walked through the door frame and set my camera down.
"Oh, um," I fiddled my fingers trying to think of an excuse, "I ate a late lunch when you guys were gone, so i'm not very hungry."
Steven and Lisa cocked their heads at me, then just nodded and said I could go. I decided to shower and get ready for my first day of school tomorrow. I did so accordingly and was already asleep by 9:45.
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10:15
Already my 4th hour. Still haven't met anyone to be friends with. I walked into my classroom for the hour, tugging at my uniform skirt that kept coming up.
Your skirt is too tight you fatass.
Ugh. I had to shake the thought away and find somewhere to sit, which I directly went to the back.
At least 30 seconds before the bell was going to go off, a thin average sized girl ran in, apologizing to the teacher, and to my surprise, she plopped down in the seat next to me.
Then she spoke to me. I was shocked.
"Hello."
I looked at her, then we engaged in a conversation. "Hi, who're you?"
Still out of breath from her rush to the class, she finally answered me. "Oh yeah, my name is Remi. Remi Baxter. You?"
"Courtney Jones. You're a sophomore right?" I asked and she nodded. Maybe this was my chance to make a new friend.
"You look new. I've never seen you before, are you?"
"No, and yes. I was," I stopped myself before I told her I was adopted. Not a topic I like discussing, "I was at different school, then I switched to here, so this is my first day, or year here."
Remi nodded at me, then she ripped a small piece of paper off some loose leaf and scribbled down something and handed it to me. It was her number. "Wanted to give you this now before I forget. If you, never mind can i see your schedule?" She asked so I gave her it and inspected it with her.
"Hey! We have the same lunch, but our fifth hours are on the opposite ends of the hall. So that's my number," she pointed at the slip of paper, "I'll text you near the end somewhere to meet me. Sit with me at lunch, it'll be cool. I got a couple people you can meet."
She smiled at me and the teacher got the entire class focused in the front.
The only thought going through my head though was if this year was going to be amazing or a total bust.
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Teen Fiction"Dark. The room was dark. Just like everything else seemed to be as of right now in life. My life was kind of a f*****g drag and sucked. I was always alone, the only thing I really had to keep me company was my Canon t6i. And if i didn't, well, I...
