You Are Not My Father

Chapter 5

I never want to leave the comfort of this bed ever again, it was just so much easier to sleep, blissful ignorance of the outside world. Which is why I was fuming at the amount of noise coming from inside and outside the bus.

Why was eveyone awake at this ungodly hour, I reached out beside me in search of my phone only to stop when i realised i dont have a phone.

Sigh, what teenager didn't have a phone?

An ophraned one, a little voice whispered inside my head. I'm not techniqually an orphan but I may as well be.

The door to the bedroo-bunkroom open and I tensed up waiting for someone to speak but no one spoke only the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs waffed in and oh boy was i ready for a taste. Foot steps retreated back to the kitchen, ha Austin was trying to get me out of bed using my weakness, food.

Let me tell you something. I LOVE FOOD. If someone was burning alive and I could either have a bowl of ice cream or a fire egunigure i would have the bowl of ice cream. Well not really but you do not understand how much I love food.

But I needed to keep my distance from austin so getting up while they were all still here was out of the question. I grabbed my iPod and started listening to nirvana, it reminded my of home, of my old life.

Sigh

I seem to be sighing a lot more recently.

Double sigh

I heard the foot steps coming back towards my bunk and the curtain was yanked back scaring the shit out of me.

'Gah, what are you doing!?'

Austin stared down at me he looked kind of pissed, 'are you coming to breakfast?' His voice was monotone and I got the vibe that something was wrong.

But I am not going to spend anymore time then necessary with him.

'No I feel sick,' I mumbled as I turned my back towards him getting comfortable again.

---- hey guys I was just wondering if I should continue on with this story or if you guys like the direction it's going in? It would be heaps cool if you let me know by commenting!