When I woke, everything was blurry. Tissues were everywhere, and my pillow was wet from crying. It felt like a piece of my heart is gone. A piece of me. I had locked my door, so that I could I could cry by myself. Russel had tried to get my out of my little cave I had built, but he never succeeded. I felt useless. I knew that my parents didn't like me as a daughter, but I can't believe they're... gone. They're not even alive any more. Maybe if I went home and didn't do my homework at school, I'd be dead as well?
"Rebecca, please! Just open the dang door!" Russel yells from the other side of the door. I groan, and don't even try and get up. This was stupid. It was obvious that I wasn't going to open the door any time soon, so I don't get why he even tried.
"Come on! Rebecca you need to eat something!" He yells, obviously annoyed. I roll my eyes, and slowly walk to the door. He smiles, as he sees my face appearing from behind the door.
"Go away!" I complain. He raises his eyebrows, and puts his foot on the door, so I couldn't shut the door.
"Russel, this is stupid. Go away! You don't need to see me like this!" I yell, ready to lift his foot so I could slam the door.
"Rebecca. My parents want to talk to you. They think they can help. So just come downstairs. Then You can come back here. I promise." I look at the ground, and try to block out everything. The fact my parents are dead. Russel. The fact I'm in his house.
"Please. Just give them a chance." He says, taking my hand.
"No! I'm not going there! I'm staying here where no one can get me." I moan. He rolls his eyes, and pulls me towards him.
"No, Russel." I say, as my face hits his chest. And then I remember something.
"What's the WiFi password? I need to catch up on Shadowhunters." He laughs as soon as the words come out of my mouth.
"You can have the WiFi password, if you go and talk to my parents." He says, getting out from the hug. I roll my eyes and smile.
"I need to know about Jace! CLARY! ISABELLE! CLIMON SIZZY!You can't take that away from me!" I yell, punching him in the arm lightly.
"I think you'll find I can." He says. I roll my eyes and smile.
"Fine. I'll talk to your parents."
As we walk down the stairs, a dizzy spell is cast over me. I hold the railing of the stairs, and close my eyes. Noticing my foot steps had stopped, Russel looks up at me. Instead of asking if i'm okay, he just rushes up the stairs, and puts a hand on my arm. I rip my arm away from him, and frown.
"Don't touch me." I say, walking down the stairs, opening my eyes. The dizziness had left, but I still had a sharp ringing in my ear.
Russel's parents smiled as soon as I walked in. It was now, that I realised that Russel looked like both of them. The mum had dark brown hair, curls spiraling through all the individual strands. His dad on the other hand, had a small bun on the top of his head. His hair looked like it had been stretched back tightly, just so he could get it into a bun. They were both wearing jeans, and the mum who was smiling every time she talked, was wearing a white singlet, and a heart necklace. However, his dad was wearing a top that had obviously been ripped. It had wraps all at the bottom and at the sleeves.
Russel takes a seat, but I just stand.
"Take a seat, Love." She says, gesturing to the seat in front of me. I look down, and see that Russel was smiling to much. It was literally spreading to his eyes.
"We all know this is a hard time for you. And we are here to support-" starts the dad but the mum cuts him off.
"My name's Maria. And this is my husband, Ricky. Please if There are any problems at all, don't hesitate to talk. We will always listen." She says, grabbing my hand from across the table.
"I don't want or need support. All I need is WiFi. Literally. Just give me the password, and I''ll recover by myself." I say, gently letting her hand go. "But I will keep that you are always there for me, in mind." I get up from the table, and run upstairs. I couldn't cope with there kindness anymore. I just couldn't. I had lived all my life, with people who couldn't care less about me. So now it just felt weird.
I could hear them talking downstairs, and I knew that all they were talking about was me.
"I know it's hard for her- is she okay? What if she's depressed?" Asks Russel.
"Go talk to her." Says Maria. I lock my door, before he could come in. Russel punches the door numerous times, but I don't even try and get up.
This was the time everything just made my brain click. I was never going to see my parents again. I have to live with someone who steals pencils. I don't have WiFi. I have no idea whether Isabelle and Simon are together. I'm lost.
Russel can't help me. He's just a boy, who I have to live with. And his parents are worried about me, as if I was actually their daughter.
When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream about the one and only... Russel. No way. It's only the first night staying at his house, and I'm already dreaming about him. Great going, Rebecca.
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I feel useless. My friend is from Nepal. And people pick on her about her skin colour. They say things about my braces as well, but I try and brush it off. But the person saying it has issues. HUGE ISSUES. He is so racist i'm not even going to repeat it. I want to be there for her, but at the same time, I don't want to seem creepy, and really keen. What should I do?
P.S: This will be awkward if no one gives advice... lol. I can live with being awkward though.
~Lily~
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On The Hunt
Werewolf"What are you doing here?" I ask, getting up from my seat. The seats were the cold and hard metal ones that all cheerleaders would listen from. Russel shrugs his shoulders, and smiles. "I was told you'd be here..." he says, leaning towards me. I st...
