Come On Kid

Her head was down, her black hair hanging over her face, and she was half heartedly kicking pebbles on the road as she walked back to the orphanage. It's where she always goes when she leaves me. When she reached the door, she looked back at me and cracked a smile before walking inside. This is what happened everyday. When we got out of school I would catch up with her and walk her home trying to get her to talk. Riley was a really pretty girl, but when I tried to talk to her the conversations were always a little one sided. I sighed and turned around to walk back to my house. Sometimes I wish I could convince my parents to adopt her, and I've tried but they didn't want someone of "her type" in their house. So what if she was a little punk? That just made her different from all the Justin Bieber lovers!

"MATT!" My brother shouted as he wrapped his arm around my neck and gave me a noogie. "How's my little bro?" He said as he flopped on the couch. My brother was the typical senior athlete. He had brown, buzz cut hair, and matching dark brown eyes. Very buff and extremely tall. I sat down next to him quietly. "What's wrong?" He asked looking at me closely.

"Nothing,"

"Is it that Riley again?" He laughed.

"Dude she's a freak!" I jumped on him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"Don't you dare," I growled and he threw his hands up in defense.

"Calm down, man!"

"I'm going upstairs," I huffed and stormed up to my room. I slammed the door and walked to my mirror. Maybe that's why she doesn't like you, I thought as I looked at my reflection. I had straight brown hair that was angled to go over one of my eyes, and the ends of my bangs were bleached. I had gray eyes, and was pretty tall. I also had some muscles. I wasn't anything like my brother, Damien, but I wasn't a twig either. I had small gages, and was planning on getting tattoos. Riley was something completely different, in a good way! She had long, black straight hair with a few blue streaks, and big piercing green eyes. Her skin was a little pale, and she had full, red lips. She resembled a porcelain doll, and damn was she gorgeous. She came up to about my chin, and was extremely skinny. She was anorexic, depressed, suicidal, and had severe anxiety but I didn't care. I would get her out of that orphanage. Everyday when she came to school she looked a little more broken each day, I could see it in her eyes. But her friends don't notice, they just see the smile plastered across her face. Sometimes she even came to school with bruises! I would save her though, she would be okay.

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Sorry, I know it's bad but I want something to work on while I'm thinking of new chapters for my other 2 stories so this won't be updated as often but no ones going to read it anyways!