Wishful Thinking [Completed]

Chapter 3

  When I awoke I laid quietly in my new but old bed, listening to the birds singing a welcoming song. As much as I didn't want to,  I knew I had to get up.  My body was weary from days and weeks of traveling with little food and little water and the last thing I wanted to do was get up. I wanted to stay in the comfort of the bed that so graciously brought a soothing to the aching that became a familiar feeling that covered my entire body. Regretfully I sat up and took a better look at my surroundings. The day before I had completely focused on cleaning, barely paying attention to much other than everything I could possibly need was right here, except for food. So  I concluded in my thoughts, first order of business is to get a job so I can get food. 

The small room I was in was showered with light from the sun shining through the broken blinds of the window above the queen-sized bed I had slept in. Plain velvet covers were carelessly tossed on the bed and the pillows thrown across the room except for one where I had rested my elbow on taking a look at everything. An old dresser stood next to the door that led into the other apartments, full of untold secrets and mysteries and thrown on top of the dresser was my good old faithful backpack.

That backpack had been my mother's before we were taken away. It was the last gift she had ever given to me.

 Grabbing my old faithful backpack I pulled some spare clothes out and carefully took them out of the room towards the bathroom. I slipped in as if a shadow and locked the door behind me not willing to risk anything. Carefully I stepped into the simple shower and released the steamy hot water allowing it to sooth my twisted and tight muscles allowing me to relax every part of me. Once I finished, I threw on my clothes and  I ran out of the apartment, but stopped to look behind me. In front of me stood a ghost town of old apartment buildings that seemed to be but shadow in the minds of all else who were near. The darkness of the buildings reminded me of the darkness that seemed to surround my life. Turning away from the transfixing buildings, I continued on my way towards the corner of the main street.

  There in front of me other kids stood at the corner of the street, warily staring at me. I assumed that this was a bus stop and before without thinking, I threw my hood over the long black curls that surrounded my head and keeping my head down, I joined the other kids acting as if I belonged there.

The rumbling of the loud bus was relief to my ears as I could feel the tension with the kids at the corner of the main street begin to rise. The unwanted attention I was receiving from them made me fearful of what was yet to come.

  I waited until all the other kids were on the bus before I quickly climbed in, keeping my head to the ground. A single seat stood empty and I quickly  slid into it while facing out the window. Once the bus driver started driving, the other kids began to shout and laugh and giggle making me tense up at the way they easily communicated with each other while they may be betraying each other behind their backs. The thought of people like that made me sick to my stomach. World-class actors is what they are called, but I guess I can't say anything, because I am just as bad as they are. Only, I never purposefully betray or hurt. I only do that when I know that if I don't, I will be hurt first which would break the last of my will up. The bus continued on its route, stopping at every stop. Although I was noticeable, no other kids dared to sit with me. Well until one of the last stops.

  A girl with dirty blonde-brown hair and bright hazel eyes plops down beside me with a sigh. Although, I open my mouth to say something, no words escape from my lips. Sighing quietly to myself I turned my attention back towards the window resigned to the fact that she was sitting next to me. She was as unhappy as I was, I could tell by the tense way she was sitting. Even with the back of my head turned I noticed the way her lips were tight and her eyes were staring into the back of my hood as if she could somehow identify who the heck I was.