Prisoner Of The Storm (CANCELLED check my works for current version!!!)

Two

Two

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The stupid doorbell won’t stop.

        I slip into my oversized hoodie and walk downstairs with the doorbell still ringing. I stop at the dining room table and read the note from Amber.

        Went to go meet with some potential adopters! This could be it! Don’t get all gloomy and think that they won’t say yes. Be excited for once, just tell yourself it will happen.

Be back for lunch!

xoxo Amber.

        Amber is my most recent guardian, she’s twenty six and has too much faith that a family will adopt me. I have no such expectations, she always tells me to stay positive…but if I set my expectations for the saddest thing possible, I won’t be so disappointed. Amber has been the nicest to me at least, and she’s definitely had me the longest. Usually people gave up after about six months with me, except for one occasion, but Amber’s been taking care of me since I was thirteen.

        I walk to the door and open it, not being able to stand the damn doorbell any longer. “What the hell are you doing here?” I say, the idiot from yesterday stands in my doorway in grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

        “I told you I was coming back, so here I am. You should really answer your doors faster.” He says, smiling. He motions for me to follow him outside and I do. Only because it looks like he would never stop with the doorbell if I don’t.

        “So, Grey. Where would you like to go?” He asks. That name sounds familiar, but no one has ever called me that before. Where did he get that? From my eyes I guess…it just sounds like something more.

        “The park down the street is never too soggy, in some parts, and everyone is in school so it should be empty.” I say quietly, studying this boy. He’s so different from others I’ve met. I still kind of want to break his arm, but I want to do that with everyone.  He nods and starts to walk away. Probably expecting me to follow like the jerk he is. I do.

        We walk in silence to the south corner of the street, where the park is. Once there he walks over to the beat up swing set no one uses. It sits hidden underneath a willow tree. It’s the one I’ve always used. I don’t want him to use my swing set. I walk with him but don’t sit down.

        “You know, my name isn’t Grey.” I say softly. I’ve never been comfortable talking to, well, actual people. Until I met Lyss, she forced me to be a bit more social. Mr. Mystery laughs and looks at me.

        “Well what’s your name then?” He asks. I bite my lip and debate on whether or not I should tell him. I don’t know who he is, I still can’t figure out why Grey is familiar.

        “Isabella…but no one calls me that, so don’t call me that. Stormy is what gets used mostly.” I say, well people who know of me call me that. The only people who actually talk to me enough to say my name are Lyss and Amber.

        “Isabella.” He says slowly. I get a pit in my stomach as he says it, but not a bad one. “I think I’ll stick with Grey for now. Isabella and Stormy don’t fit in my opinion. Those sound like happy or free names, maybe even weak, and you aren’t any of those. I think you’re brave.” I sit now. Brave…why can’t I remember. And where does he get off on calling my name weak?

        “You don’t know anything about me.” I say. He pushes himself off the ground and starts swinging back and forth. I watch him as he does. He’s an idiot.