Gone

Secrets

I walked to the bus and jumped on. I got my usual seat, very far back. Nobody ever wanted to mess with the following: Me, my music or my seat.
But, then trouble came. The bus was filled and a new kid came onto the bus. He looked horrified, as if he'd just walked into a room full of vampires. He glanced around. Not a seat to be found, not a face he recognized. I moved over, realizing I'm risking my seat for a kid, and patted the empty spot. I tried to look nice and welcoming. I smiled and my ugly braces showed themselves off. He nodded and sat down. Not the littlest bit of happiness vibed in between us. It was dead silence.
I got off the bus. I looked at the kid with glasses and brown hair. He looked so sad. The bus started to move slowly and I started to walk home.
As I came home, I thought of so many reasons why that kid could possibly be sad. Divorce? Abuse? Adoption? Was he like me, adopted from an adoption centre? And that helped me think of something that I never had before. Where did I come from?
I walked through the door and put my back pack down.
"In home" I yelled. I heard my parents talking upstairs and for some reason quietly.
I walked up stairs and my mom was crying. I glanced around, confused. Was it something she saw?
"Get out you maniac! I want you out of my house now!" My dad yelled and my mom sobbed through her many tears.
Me too, she whispered.
I packed my bags, tears streaming down my face. Not many, I haven't gotten too attached.
I looked on my phone for places to stay. Then one popped up, for not that much money for rent. I looked at who owned it and it said "Mr. Ellertson"
I was sharing a room with a guy and paying half of the rent.