Foster Me

Chapter 3

"the wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the ugly truth"

Sasha

I wake up and all of yesterday's events come crashing down on me. I get out of the spare bed to get ready for school. I throw on my plain black T-shirt and put on my ripped black fishnet tights with shorts overtop and then put on my combat boots. I dig around in my bag and find my really old eyeliner that I stole from a girls house one time. I carefully wing my eyeliner, and quickly put it on my waterline as well. It feels weird...I hardly ever put makeup on. Suzan calls me from downstairs and I run down into the kitchen where she has set a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon down for me. I look from her to the plate, back to her again. Slowly I sit down and take a bite.

"Uhm thank you so much Suzan. I haven't ever and anyone be so kind to me." I say to her. Suzan's whole face lights up.

"Oh! It's really no trouble darlin'. I am about to go talk to your social worker. I called last night. And I called Derek and asked him to come and get you. He should be here any minute." Suzan talks with so much enthusiasm. I wonder how much company she get. I have eaten about half of my food when I hear the front door open and Derek call out my name. I stand up and thank Suzan for the meal again. Derek walks into the kitchen. I grab my jacket and walk over to Derek we say goodbye to Suzan and walk outside. I see he has his motorcycle again. I groan and he laughs.

"What? You don't like my bike?" He has a slight smirk on his face.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's more like I don't like the possibility that I could get smeared across the pavement." I say looking at the bike. I hear him laughing at me and I look at him.

"I can assure you that you will not be smeared across the pavement. You are safe with me. I promise." He steps towards me and hands me a helmet I study his face for a moment and take the helmet from his hands.

I stand in front of him and say, "You know, you really shouldn't promise me things that you can't be sure that you can keep." I smile though and get on the bike. When we pull up to the school everybody is staring. I point this out to him.

"Yeah..as you may have guessed I am kind of the 'rebel' around here. And I don't usually talk to anyone except for Aiden and Zach. And now all of the sudden you come and I start hanging out with you too. Plus you're beautiful, that's another reason why everyone is staring." I blush at the last part.

"You're crazy I am only half as beautiful as the girls here." I say and look around at all of the staring faces.

"That is definitely a lie. You are like ten times more beautiful than most of the girls around here. You see, it's more than physical beauty Sasha. You have mental, emotional, and physical beauty. That's more than what most of these girls have." He has stopped walking and looks me in the eyes. I laugh and shove his shoulder so I can start walking again. When the bell rings we go our separate ways. I am sitting in my desk waiting for the tardy bell to ring and someone sits in front of me putting their arms on my desk. I look up and see a girl with brown hair, pixy cut and beautiful hazel eyes, she has on stylish clothes and she just stares at me.

"Uhm...can I help you?" I say slowly feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh! Sorry, you're just so beautiful. And your style, it's so...different. I love it! You're like the girl version of Derek Zeller." She laughs and I can tell that this girl means no harm. I laugh lightly. "Anyways, my name is Jessie Smith, but you can call me Jess. You are Sasha, but I do not know your last name." I nod my head.

"Yeah, I am Sasha. I don't have a last name so I go by my middle name, Roe." She stares at me for another minute.

"You don't have a last name? That is peculiar. Are you an orphan?" She asks jokingly.