I Don't Trust You... (JR) BOOK 1

Chapter 5

Zoe's POV:

For the past two months, I have been in this orphanage and I have to say, it's not that bad....if you think being alone is okay.

Which is completely fine by me. I don't really talk to the other kids here, but a few of the younger kids have tried to talk to me. But, I never respond to them. They seem to have gotten the message and just left me alone afterwards, thank God.

So today, like everyday now, I'm in the art room. I don't do anything in here. I just sit by the window and look out, watching the cars go by and the other little orphans run around in the yard. No one really comes in here anyway and I rarely come out.

    I sigh and lean against the window, closing my eyes and letting the cool glass press against my right cheek. I don't know what it is, but being alone really helps me clear my mind a bit.

     "Zoe?"

    I open my eyes and look to my left to see Ms. Ann standing in the doorway, looking at me. I stop leaning on the wall and nod my head at her.

    "Honey, can you go to the store me please? We're out of a few things." She says, smiling at me. I nod my head and she hands me a slip of paper with the things she wants me to buy. I take it and stuff it in my pocket.

   She frowns a bit at me. "You know, it wouldn't hurt to smile or talk a little around me." She smiles at me again. When I don't smile back, she sighs and hands me a few dollars, then turns away.

    "Just don't take too long at the store, okay?" She calls over her shoulder. I nod my head, even though she already left the room.

    I take one last look out the window, then grab my leather jacket and leave.

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     Rice? Check. Bread? Check. Cheese? Check. Milk? Check. Cereal? Uncheck. Which aisle was it in?

     I look up from the paper and basket and look around. I start to look down the current aisle I'm in, but apparently it's not here. I grumble and leave the aisle, going to the one next to it.

    My eyes instantly lock onto the row of cereal boxes, lined up to the right. I start to eye them, looking for the Fruity Pebbles that the younger orphans love so much.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.... Cookie Crisp......Captain Crunch......Fruit loops.... ah, here it is. Fruity pebbles.

I reach my arm up and grab the box, but a giant hand clamps onto mine, making me stop and yank my hand away. My eyes trail up the arm. Once they land on this persons' face, my eyes widen a bit, but then a groan escapes my mouth as I stare up at the black haired male: Nowaki.

Why did I have to see his face again?

     He looks shocked a bit, but then his smile returns as pulls his hand back.

   "Nice to see you again, Zoe." He says. I nod my head in acknowledgement and quickly grab the cereal, turning away and walking towards the next aisle. He follows me as I start to look for the pancake mix. Should I just make it homemade? Yeah, I'll do that.