Me x You

Chapter 1

Your Point of View

       Early morning light bled through the cracks in the blinds. You slowly wake up; rubbing your eyes clean of exhaustion. Today's the day. A whole blissful, quiet summer is gone now. School is back. You slightly turn your head to look at the clock on the far end of the room. 6:45. You roll over slightly and close your eyes, hoping for a little more sleep. Of course, you knew better. Life wouldn't give you such mercy as to sleep when it's the first day of school. Others in the room noisily shift on their mattresses as well. Your guess is that each and every one of them is awake, trying the same futile sleep act. Most of the others went to the same school as you, but others went to elementary, middle, or other schools that they applied to. There were a total of seven. Most would think that's a large group, but for a foster home, it's not that unusual.

       You look at the bed next to you as the host suddenly sits up. You keep your head on your pillow not surprised. They then get off the bed and walk towards the bathroom to get ready for their day.

My gosh, Noah. Why do you have to be the perfect one?

       Noah, the one who just got up, is the goody two shoes of the foster home. Best grades, best attitude, best past, and best chances at a future life. You laugh as you remember the pranks you used to pull on him: hiding his glasses and such. Eventually, though, you both grew out of it.

       A few other people sat up a couple of minutes after Noah got out of the bathroom. They all looked at each other silently, then all at once a mad rush to the bathroom was made. Elbows were thrown, people were pushed, arms were pinched, and stomachs were kicked. Of course, you sat back and watched all of this.

       This is why I shower at night. You thought to yourself. Noah was a bystander to this, as well, but only because the early bird gets the worm. You looked at him as he started to tie his shoes. His short curly brown hair was the same light shade as his eyes. A few small freckles littered the bridge of his nose where a pair of thin black glasses rested. His face was slender, but also very pale making any darkness that much more noticeable. He got up, and looked down as he walked past you. He didn't talk much but his eyes said everything for him, "Have a nice day, don't die at school, idiot." Such a loving foster brother. He has to leave a little early so that your foster mom can drive him to his highschool. It's different because he wanted courses more suited to his goals. As for you, your school, as well as two of your other foster brothers, was just two blocks away.

       Now, of course, it might seem a little inappropriate for a girl to sleep in the same room as six boys, and it is. Your case is different though. You grew up with these boys. To you they're family, and they feel the same way.

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       You sit down in a random desk during homeroom, after all, no teacher cares about seating the first day of school. The opening lecture drones on and on, and you're grateful this boring teacher teaches an easy elective class. You don't know what you would do if he taught math. Being in the set of mind with nothing else to do, you begin to observe the people in your class. The class was pretty small, housing only about 15 students. Desks across the room were empty, but most of the students clustered towards the back corner near the door. All except for one.

       You couldn't see this boy's face, but you could tell he was wearing some type of eye wear. He had these things on his head that you could only assume were hair clips. His hair was a dark shade of pink, but that wasn't anything abnormal. A lot of people in the world have pink hair, heck even the teacher does.

       This boy alienated from the group seemed to be mindlessly listening to the teacher, as well as everyone else in the class. You continue to do the same. As you continue throughout the day, you notice the same boy in about two more of your classes and your lunch. You got to get a better look at his face, and saw that he was Asian. You also saw that his eyes were covered with sunglasses, but the lenses were a harsh green. He glanced your way once and his cold gaze bore its way into your consciousness. You didn't think much of it, after all, you probably looked just as miserable at having to be back at school.

       That day you didn't really talk to anyone, and you didn't really mind that. You were aiming for academics this year, and friends came after grades. Of course, you would make some friends eventually, but not right now.

       Once the closing bell rang, you lazily got out of your seat and quietly met up with your foster brothers who had already gained their own posse. You glared at them to try and get across that you wanted to get home. Needless to say, they got the message and you made your way back. You were never one for talking, but what you lacked, your brothers easily filled. They went on and on about their day, and whenever they asked you a question, you looked at them and answered with your eyes. Just like Noah. They are used to this, and have figured out your guys' strange eye contact language. At one point, these two made a game about trying to get you or Noah to say something. They won occasionally, but soon left after their winning words from you were, "Go away."

       While reminiscing on these strange memories, you failed to notice a few steps ahead of you was that lonely kid from homeroom. You narrowed your eyes as you saw him turn down the street opposite of your living residence. It was interesting how you've never noticed him before now. Possibly he recently moved to this area. That's probably the most likely scenario, after all, you were acquainted with everyone down that street. If they were new, your foster mother would soon take you down to introduce everyone and welcome them to the neighborhood. Great. Hopefully he'll get that you were dragged into doing that, and forgive you for intruding on his life. You really hated pushing yourself into other people's boundaries. But hey, this guy seemed pretty miserable at school. Maybe you two would get along somewhat.