The Average Life of an Orphan

Chapter Seven

I lay in my bed. It's two am and school starts at eight tomorrow. The first day. This is how it all starts. This could make or break me.

I tossed and turned my mind awake shuffling though the possibilities of how tomorrow could turn out.

Well I know I'm not going to be one of those popular girls. I never have been. But then again I was never hated really.

I was just plain and normal, and I liked it like that. Until fate had to come and jack everything up.

Sleep didn't come easy. In fact it didn't come until small streaks of dawn shown through the dusty window near Sara's bed.

Then the shrill whine of my alarm snapped me out of the current nightmare that I was having. Of corse it was about my parents. What's new?

My eyes opened half expecting to see my old purple room.

Instead they opened to the lifeless grey room with two sleeping bodies lying near me.

I pulled myself out of bed only to the promise of seeing many hot guys at school today.

I took my time getting ready. Curling my hair, putting on eyeliner, primer, mascara and or corse my mask that kept me from the rest of the world.

But that was just a joke you see. I don't wear a mask. I'm not that messed up.

The wood floor creaked and a tall figure stepped into the bathroom with a bed head. And to my liking, no shirt.

His tired eyes flashed in my direction then away. Then back, taking a double take.

"Oh gosh. Man Sam I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine" I chuckled a little for the first time in a long time. "It's cool. I uh. I'm just getting ready. But I'm almost done, so I'll be out in a minute."

He smiled. "No! It's fine just take your time. We can share the bathroom"

He then proceeded to take his sweatpants off, so all that stood between us was his boxers. I mean besides the like eight feet of air.

I quickly looked away and went back to brushing my teeth, a blush forming on my face.

I looked at him through the mirror, and watched him pull jeans on and a tee shirt.

Then it hit me. I hadn't gotten dressed yet and there was no private place to change. I ran into the room and pulled an outfit out of my bag. I squeezed it to my chest and walked into the bathroom. I stared at Jake hoping for him to notice and leave. But he was busy brushing his teeth.

I took a deep breath and pulled my shorts off. I grabbed the edges of my shirt and stretched it down to my mid thigh. I reached out for my jeans, now on the sink. I lost my balance on the tile floor and with the hand that was holding my shirt over my Victoria's Secret underwear I grabbed the sink. Which of corse made Jake look over. And as he did, because my shirt was being stretched down so far, it flung up. All the way up half of my stomach.

My hand shot up to my mouth, and I tripped, landing my Victoria's Secret butt on the floor.

Jake burst out laughing and my face turned five shades of red.

Shit Sam you managed to mess it up again.

He looked back at me all signs of the laugh gone.

"Nice ass." He managed to say without cracking a smile and left.

I tried to pull myself off of the floor littered with hair and dust, but to no avail. My bum leg was limp and useless. Great. Now I'm stuck here. I grabbed on the the toilet and pulled with all my muscles. Which wasn't a lot I might add.
I gave up and reached in my back pocket to pull out my phone, but then I realized that my phone was still lying on the floor in the bedroom from when I threw it. God dammit the whole world was after me today. The door was still open and I saw Jake staring back at me, smirking. I frowned and put on my puppy face, I used to do that with mom and it worked every time. Oh, mom. I forgot that she wasn't here. This just felt like a vacation, and I'd be going home in just days to see my family again. But this is my life now.
Jake approached the door way and offered his hand. I wanted to take it just as much as I wanted a shark bite, but if I didn't accept his help then who knows how long I'll be here for? With my eyes glued to the floor, which I was becoming quite familiar with, I grabbed Jake's hand. With my other hand I took a hold of the sink and pulled myself up. And with that, he left, leaving me to finish getting ready for school.

School...ugh that was another thing.

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I know this took me legitimately forever but here it is!

it's terrible partly because I wrote it at four am, but mainly because I suck

but thank y'all for reading :)

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