Orphanage ziall

Chapter 2

*A few years later*

Zayns P.O.V (Zayn is 12, Niall is 10)

          I began to make my way to my next class without being noticed by anybody. I had just started my first day of 6th grade and I was already trying to hide marks that Jane left on me the night before. My next class was art which I loved,but my only problem was I didn't know how to get there.I wonder how Niall is doing and if he is okay.

      

     Being so lost in thought, I turned the corner to begin my long journey to find my class, and ended up bumping into somebody.  I fell back wards and landed on my bad arm, which was my right. I could feel the stichings that's Niall put in for me, beginning to rip apart. The pain was like being stung by a jelly fish, but I didn't make a sound because I didn't want to alarm the other person.

       He seemed to make an "uff" sound as he fell. Not wanting to look over at him, afraid that all he was going to do was gunna get up and hit me while I was down for bumping in to him. Instead I heard something completely different. " Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I turned my head suddenly and was face to face with a muscular kid. He had brown eyes which were filled with concern. His brown hair was short and put up into a tiny mohack.

             I sat on the floor looking at him. "Are you okay?" he asked again. "Yes....I...m okay." I said in more if a stutter. I soon realized that my arm was bleeding once again, after I felt the blood run down my arm. I started to panic, not wanting him to see. He got up and gave me a hand with all my things that were thrown every where in the hall. That gave me a chance to get up and hide my arm with out notice.

      He walked back over to me and handed me my things. "I'm Liam by the way." He said with a smile. "I'm sorry I bumped into you. I didn't see you." " It's alright." "Don't worry about it." I replied. I took my things and turned around to go to class,but the only problem is thar I don't know where that is. I stopped and turned back around and looked at Liam. "I'm...Zayn...do you know where the art class room is?" I asked in a low tone.

      He smiled at me, as if he was happy to help me. " Ill show you." he said. He started to walk away and signaled me to follow him. I continued to hide my arm from him as we walked knowing that I need to clean up my arm quick. He attempted to talk but I just did more of the nods and listen ask he spoke.

 

      We finally made it to the art class and he waved to me as a good bye. I stood there in front of the door afraid to go it. My arm is bleeding and I didn't know where any of the bathrooms where, I would have gone there first but Liam was with me. I looked around and saw no body in the halls. I set my book bag down and put all my things in it and pulled up my selve and looked at my arm. There was multiply chain marks that Jane had left on me. The gash on my arm was from the chain and was so bad Niall had to stitch it up for me.

     My black long selve was hiding the color of the blood. I happen to have an extra white shirt and ripped it and tied it on my arm to help the bleeding. Once I got everything cleaned up I stood up and made sure there was know blood in sight and opened the door. "And you are?" a young female asked me. She had long black hair and carmal colored skin. Her eyes were green and she stood there looking at me. She looked familiar and I didn't know where from.

    "Zayn, Zayn Malik. I'm sorry. I got lost and couldn't find my way till now. " I said in a low tone. She glared at me and so did the class. But she didn't say anything she looked rather surprised, as if she was going to cry. "May I sit down?" I asked getting upset. " You may." she said in a low tone. I looked over and saw an empty seat in the back and made my way to it.