"I know yesterday was stressful, but that shouldn't be a problem today," Kira tells me as we eat breakfast.
"I hope not. I feel like a complete outsider compared to every other person at that school," I respond.
"That's because you are and there's nothing wrong with that, now is there?" She smiles before finishing up her cereal.
"I guess not." I finish up shortly after her.
"Have a better day today. I'll be back around seven!" She shouts as she walks out of the kitchen.
I wait until she leaves to go upstairs to get all my stuff. I let out a sigh of frustration as I grab my bookbag, knowing that this day isn't going to be any better. I want to finish up my classes as quickly as I can so I can leave earlier. I know Kira loves having me around, but she's thirty-one and needs to have an actual kid, not just me. I just wish my mother actually wanted me.
I shake my head and roll my eyes at the thought of my mother. I know nothing about her and I hope to keep it that way. For all I know, she's dead or in a jail cell wasting her life away. I wouldn't even surprised if she was either of those things because of the way I was born. I was underweight and born two months early, but other than that, I was completely healthy.
I had to go through a ton of medical tests before I was even allowed to be taken in by anybody. I'm glad I don't remember any of it because I bet it was hell. I can't even imagine how much poking and prodding I most likely had to go through before I was declared a healthy baby. I'm still quite healthy to this day which is probably a miracle.
Despite my best efforts to forget about my mother, I still wonder about her. I really hate that I do, but I've always been curious about her. I try to imagine what kind of person she was, but I can't seem to figure it out. It would probably help if I had a picture or something like that of her, but I don't.
I block out these thoughts as I walk through the gates of the school. I still get stares, but they aren't as terrible as yesterday. It would probably help if I wasn't so awkward and shy when it comes to people. I keep my eyes focused on the door to avoid looking at anyone. I manage to do that until I get to my locker.
"Hi, is it true that you were a sex slave?" A brunette asks as her friends stand around her.
"Uhm, how is that any of your business?" I reply feeling uncomfortable.
"I dunno, but I heard that's why you were in the mental hospital. Are you crazy like would you ever murder anyone?" She presses on and I feel my anxiety kick in.
"I'm not crazy." I try to get past her, but she doesn't allow that.
"But isn't that why you were there?" One of her blonde cronies asks.
"No." I roll my eyes. I want to punch them all, but I'm trying to be careful not to do anything violent.
"I think you're lying to us." The brunette states, glaring.
"I'm not." Thankfully, the bell rings and they leave.
I get my stuff then head to Calculus, hoping that I'm not the last one to arrive to class. Luckily, the teacher isn't even here so I take a seat. People keep glancing at me and I start to wonder why. I know there's nothing on my face, that I don't smell, and I wasn't even that late. The teacher comes in the room two minutes later with an pissed off glare in his eyes.
"Where were you, Ms. Westbrook?" He asks and I feel my face turn bright red.
"At my locker." I reply in a weak voice so I clear my throat.
"What took you so long?"
"I'm new. I was having trouble finding my locker, along with the combination." I lie, not wanting to mention the brunette and her cronies.
"Next time, don't be so late. If you are even a minute late, I'll report you to the office. Got it?" He raises his eyebrow.
"Got it. Sorry for being late." I give him a half-assed apology then look down.
He gets started with the class and I learn that he has favorites. I shouldn't be surprised, but for some reason I am. The class goes by slowly and it almost feels agonizing to me. I can't wait for my next class to start especially since it's photography. When this class ends, I rush to get my stuff together, but I get interrupted.
"Ms. Westbrook, may I speak to you?" Mr. Venne asks as people start leaving.
"Sure." I walk up to his desk.
"I'm sorry about earlier, but my mornings been hectic and I just let my anger and frustration get the best of me."
"It's perfectly fine. No need to apologize." I reassure him.
"Great. I'll write you late slip. What's your next class?"
"Photography." He stops writing and looks up at me.
"Never mind, then. I also teach that class." He chuckles then throws the paper away.
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After all my classes that I have in the morning, I go to my locker to put stuff away then get my bag. I look at the time and see that my interview is in forty minutes. I quickly get what I need then head home to change. Afterwards, I head to the store in a nervous mood.
"Hi, I'm here about my application," I tell some female employee.
"Follow me," The girl says and I do just that.
"Thanks." I smile politely then knock on the door.
"No problem." She walks away.
"Come in." A voice shouts and I walk into the cramped office.
"Hi, I'm Luna Westbrook. We talked on the phone yesterday about my interview." I explain, stepping closer to his desk.
"Ah, yes. Sit down." He motions to the couch which is literally covered in random stains.
"Thank-you." I force another polite smile even though I want to vomit due to the smell of this couch.
"I just have four questions." He pulls up his desk chair and sits across from me.
"Okay, ask."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Great." He looks overly excited and I try to not to question why, "Are you a hardworking person?"
"Yes, I'm a very hardworking person."
"Alright, are you single?" He raises his eyebrow, giving me a creepy look.
"Currently, I'm single."
"Mhm, fantastic." He looks too happy and I want to exit before he tries anything, "Last question, what will you do for this job?" He scoots closer and I shoot up.
"Not sure, but definitely not anything sexual." I quickly reply back, knowing this isn't going to end well.
"Are you sure?" His sickly sweet grin makes my stomach sink. I head towards the door, but I'm pushed against it.
"Please don't do this." I plead, feeling tears in my eyes.
"Boss! Boss!" Someone loudly knocks on the door and I'm free of the creep's grasp.
"Hold on." I move to the side and the door is opened.
"Hi, I have to go home really quick. I forget my wallet at home and I need Lucky Charms or maybe Fruity Pebbles, I'll decide when I get back. Can I leave?" A guy states, well rambles.
"Of course. Oh, and Helio meet Luna . . your new coworker."
