Are people really just going to keep blocking me out of their lives? I tried to find good friends but i have been ditched once again. Three foster homes yet i still cant find a decent boyfriend and friends. Not that i need friends.
I walked over to the little curly haired boy that sat next to me in class. I looked at him and he seemed to be a bit scared of me.
"Boo." I said and he jumped back and hit his head on the lockers behind him. I laughed and told him sorry before i introduced myself.
"I-im Wyatt." He said, shyly. I smiled and he seemed a bit less tense to know i was being nice. Me? Being nice? Its rare honestly.
"So is your hair naturally that blonde?" I said pointing at the curly wad of hair on his head. He nodded and said, "Is your hair naturally black?"
I blinked for a second because it wasnt natural. Should i tell him this? Would he expose me?
I said no and i felt my cheeks flush from embarrassment. I have always tried to avoid talking about my hair. Makes me seem fake for dying my hair.
"Well, its pretty." He says as he looks at my hair. My cheeks flush from the compliment now.
"Thanks. It used to be blonde like yours."
"R-really? You should really dye it again someday!" He said smiling hard.
For such a sweet boy i was surprised to find him with a deeper voice and to be fairly tall. I mean, i guess im being stereotypical but isnt that not how it is in most movies and books? Even though i havent touched a book in almost forever.
When i was 12 i found a porn magazine in my first foster homes bedroom. I looked at the first page and i was scarred for life. I havent really touched a book since. I dont open them in class and let the teachers yell at me all i want.
I was so innocent when i was 12. Long golden locks of hair that were tied in space buns. I had a gap in my teeth then also. I had to get that fixed by braces.
I told Wyatt i had to leave when it started to become silent and awkward. I walked right out of school and right to where i saw the one person i never wanted to see again.
