Why Don't We Just...

Oakley

// December 6, 2012 \\

Today I turn 12. And I'm surrounded by all my loved ones... yeah, that doesn't sound right. Honestly, I wish I had a normal family. A normal life in general. My parents abandoned me when I was only 7 months old. I was practically raised in the foster system. The thought of having no one truly there for me made me bitter, and you know what, I don't care. Ever since I was 7 I've been in and out of foster homes, and a week ago, yet another family adopted me. I honk their names are Wendy and Christian. I have an older brother and a new dog I decided to name Shark. He's grey and has pointy ears, so why not? But yes, it is my birthday and I'm surrounded by Shark and my foster family. It's the closest I've ever been to a "real family".

"Oakley, make a wish!", Wendy said eagerly

"Haha, alright." I blow out the candles and I wished for.. a miracle.. someone to change my life around. The rest of the night went like how a normal birthday would. I took a shower and laid in my bed. Tomorrow's the first day of school. Time for new beginnings.

// Corbyn's POV \\

Before school, I sat outside and talked to my friends. Soon, a loud yell came from somewhere and I ran to see what it was. When I got there, a group of girls were obviously making fun of and hitting a girl. By the way she looked, she was new. I stood there, dumbfounded. Everyone else did nothing and cheered on the girls.. and as I looked closer, one of those girls was my girlfriend, Kristen. I pushed everyone aside and got into the middle, grabbing Kristen and pulling her away from the girl.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!", I yelled back at her. She widened her eyes in shock but quickly her eyes shifted to a menacing glare.

"Oh come on, Corbs. Look at her, she's pathetic."

I looked down at the girl. She wore ripped jeans and a baby blue jacket. Her hair hung down in front of her face so I couldn't see her eyes. I held my hand out and she took it, standing up. Her skin was fair and baby soft.

"Hey, look at me. I'm sorry for what they did to you. I'm Corbyn." She straightened her jacket and tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.

"Um.. I'm O-Oakley.." she looked up at me and wow.. she had a bruise on her cheek- I'm guessing from where Kristen hit her. Her eyes were a beautiful blue and her freckles made her look cute and cheeky. I loved it. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She wore braces and her smile makes her light up even more.

"Um, HELLO?!", Kristen said loudly.

"Oh uh, yeah one moment. Hey Oakley, if you want, you can sit with me at lunch.", I said this taking her hand. "And you don't have to worry about her alright? I'll talk to her. Uh, here." I picked up her books and handed them to her. "Take care."

// Oakley's POV \\

The rest of the day was torture, well.. until lunch. Corbyn is very nice and funny. His blue eyes are so..blue! His bleach blonde hair suits him and his smile glimmers. He's 14, so just a two-year age difference. I wouldn't imagine someone would actually care for and help me, but I did wish for a miracle.. nah. It couldn't be him.

"So I talked to Kristen and uh, we're over."

"Wait, y'all dated?!"

He cleared his throat and continued. "Yeah. For a year but to be honest, I never felt a true connection with her. She's one of the popular ones, you could say. And I'm just a simple guy who has aspirations."

"And what are those aspirations?", I said this leaning in closer

"Well uh, I want to be a photographer. Or a musician. I'll bring my guitar and camera tomorrow and show you a little something."