I Can Help You

Chapter 1: My Introduction

Michael's POV

I've always wondered who my real parents were. Why did they leave me on the front steps of an orphanage when I was just a little baby? Did they not love me? Did they wish they never had me? Or were they just simply not ready to provide for a child? I ask myself these questions all the time. But all I can do is just wonder. I lived in an orphanage until I was 7 years old. During my time there, I was told that my biological parents left me on the front steps of the orphanage in a baby basket. They left a note though. There, placed upon me, was a note that read "Please Take Care Of Baby Michael...". There was no signature left, just the note. I was brought inside the building and was taken care of by the orphanage for the next seven years. When I was younger I always wondered why there were so many kids in one place but no parents...so the day that I was informed of where I was living, I immediately wanted answers. No one knew about my life before I was in the orphanage so there wasn't really anything that people could tell me. Which always left me wondering... When I was 7, I was sent to a foster home owned by a man named Ron and his wife Selma. I was elated when I realized I would be with a real family. What made the experience even more exciting was that Ron and Selma were foster parents to two more kids. A boy named Ricky who was also 7 like myself and a girl named Lea who was 6. I was happy that I wouldn't be in the house alone and that I had kids my own age to be here and play with. As the years gone by, Ricky and Lea were taken back by their biological parents, leaving me at the home by myself... luckily, Ron and Selma had welcomed their home to three more kids. Two girls named Diamond and Alyssa who were both 10 when they came in, and another boy named Jessie, who was 9. Diamond is black with long, gorgeous hair, (she resembles me a little bit which was weird when I first met her)...And Alyssa and Jessie are white. I always loved the fact that Ron and Selma always welcomed their home to different races and not just one distinct one. From what the orphanage told me, I am African American...But me being someone who is always wondering things has always wanted answers, I've always wondered if I am JUST black. Or an I mixed with anything? Maybe something exotic? I don't know... I hope to find out when I am an adult. I always wondered what my parents looked like. People always call me handsome... Did I get my features from my mother? Father? Or a combination of both? My hair is curly and I have a combination between caramel and chocolate skin. I've always had straight teeth and high cheek bones. I bet my parents were beautiful... I'm 17 now and I'm a student a Richmond High School. I've always been an outcast and I've always kept to myself...which people made fun of me about. I have long curls so I usually keep it in a ponytail. I have glasses and most of the clothes that Selma buys me are kind of dorky. They're not clothes that are in fashion. I like wearing high watered pants with fedoras though. I don't understand why people pick on me. I don't do anything to them. I am a pariah, but I'm okay with that. I've never been social so I figured why should I start now? It's the second week of my Senior Year and I'm dreading every moment. I dislike the people here who taunt me so much. But, I have a 4.2 g.p.a which makes me in the running for valedictorian. I guess that's something to be happy about. People make fun of me for that too...I didn't know getting good grades was a bad thing too. I don't understand society these days. Luckily when I'm home, life is a little bit happier. Ron and Selma love me so much an I feel the same way. I've been with them for 10

years now that I've always just looked at them as my parents. I am a little embarrassed at the fact that I am a foster child so I've kept it a secret. If anyone found out, they'd make fun of me endlessly, and I just don't want that to happen. It's not like I have friends to tell anyway...

As I lay in bed, my alarm clock goes off. I look at it and turn it off. I've been awake all night... I don't know why I couldn't go to sleep, but I couldn't...I get out of bed and walk in Diamond and Alyssa's room. I lightly nudge them both to wake up...

"Wake up guys."

I say in a tired voice. The girls groan tiredly and all I can do is chuckle. These girls are always cranky in the morning so I just wake them up and leave. I do the same to Jessie in his room, then I go back to my room. Diamond and Alyssa are now 14 and Jessie is 13. They've sure grown up. But since I am the oldest in the house, my job is to wake the kids up when it's time to get ready for school. Therefore, if I wake up late, everyone wakes up late. Luckily for them, I don't do such thing.

6:45 a.m

Ron pulls up to my schools parking lot and I look at him and smile. He smiles back and pats my shoulder.

"Have a good day Michael. Try to block out people's negativity and stupidity." He says. I nod my head and grab the handle to open the door.

"Okay, I won't. Thanks Ron, I'll see you after school." I open the door, get out, then shut it.

"I'll be right here at 1:47." He says turning on the engine.

"Okay, bye." As he drives away, I just watch as he does so. I really wish I was homeschooled. Every single day I come here, I get bullied. It's physically draining to stand it but I can't do anything about it other than try to block out the peoples comments toward me. I sigh, and shake my head.

"Here we go..." I say to myself

School starts in about ten minutes so I walk into he building and go to my locker. I look at people who pass me...everyone has friends...everyone looks so happy. I have no friends, nor happiness here. I wish I did...I wish people just liked me sometimes. I wish that they just accepted me for who I am, but I guess it doesn't work that way. I grab my English folder from my locker and before I could grab anything else, my locker suddenly slams. I gasp from the sudden slam that I didn't cause, and when I look to my left, there he is...Skylar Royo.

"Hey loser!" Skylar says, having his hand still placed on my locker. His entourage of fellow football teammates chuckle and I look at all of them angrily. Skylar Royo is basically the popular guy in school. He's the captain of the football team, he's the handsome guy in school from what the girls think, and he's dating the most popular girl in school Kayla Monroe. So he feels as if he has authority over me and that he's better. I try to ignore him as much as possible but it's hard to when he's always taunting me.

"What do you want Skylar?" I ask opening my locker back up.

"That English quiz that were doing today...when you're finished, give me the answers..." He says leaning up against my locker.

"No Skylar, I'm not helping you cheat."

He grabs my shirt and pushes me up against my locker.

"What did you say loser?" He asks looking into my eyes angrily. I swear I am looking into the eye of the devil. I sigh...

"Okay, I'll give you the answers..." I say defeated. He lets me go and smiles, patting my shoulder.

"That's more like it Mike..." He and his friends chuckle and walk away as the bell rings the head to class. I just stand there and look down. He is such an asshole. I've never been taught to defend myself therefore I always do what he says...I can't handle this anymore...life has to change...

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Chapter 2 will be amazing everyone! I hope that you all stick around to read the rest of this great story I created! Thanks for reading so far!!!

-Nunu