The Foster Kid

1

Michael's p.o.v

I quietly paced my bedroom floor overthinking things about tomorrow. It was my first day of high school and even though it was usually nerve wrecking it was ten times worse for me. I have always been great in school,and since I don't have any friends studying is my distraction from the miserable life that is my own. We used to be a happy family but ever since my mom died of cancer dad kinda lost it... At first he just gave me the cold shoulder or flat out ignored me and just that hurt quite a bit, but as the years progressed the pain increased. He went from mental damage to physical damage, and that hurt a lot more than the cold shoulder.

When my phone read 7:30 I decided I may as well get going a few minutes ahead of schedule, it never hurts to be early right? Well that turned out to be wrong.

As I stepped of the bus I saw a group of what appeared to be jocks based on their Letterman jackets, I tried to move around them but one of the older boys grabbed me and before I knew it there were enough insults to make my head spin.

"Hey, look at the pink haired baby. Did you lose your mommy?"

"Hey faggot what's up with the pink hair,huh? wanted more attention like the slut you are?"

Now I have never been great in situations like this or any social interactions for that matter (a/n Same Mikey) and my anxiety wasn't helping,my breathing quickly changed to a more ragged pace and spots were clouding my vision , but suddenly I was pulled away from the jocks. my head was still a little fuzzy so I didn't recognize my surroundings however I did notice someone crouched in front of me with a pair of hazel brown, kind eyes

"hey, it's okay just relax and follow my breathing" I focused on trying to calm myself and my breathing, it took a while but eventually it was almost back to normal rhythm. "there you go, it's alright sweetheart calm down " his voice was a deep but soft and comforting in a way I can't explain, I suddenly remembered my very awkward panic attack and immediately dropped my head as a soft blush covered my cheeks

"what happened over there sweets? Were those boys being mean to you? "

"N-no sir, sorry sir I-i didn't mean to i don't..."he quickly cut me off as I started rambling apologies and my breathing quickened up again and I could feel my eyes start watering
"sssh baby, you're getting yourself all worked up again. Just relax, you have nothing to be sorry about"
I sniffled a little before mumbling 'sorry 'again and quickly turned my heel and ran towards the entrance of the school.

The rest of the day was miserable. Everyone was atleast 2 years older than me and people pushed me around and tripped me in the hallway, At lunch I hid in the school bathroom trying to prevent another panicattack, key word trying.
But even though school was horrible it was a thousand times better than at home with my father.

I was walking home in the chilly air, even though summer break just ended you could feel fall was on its way.
When I made it home after the twenty minute walk I could see my fathers car in the driveway "shit..."

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