Fingertips tracing my back, lips on the nape of my neck. I felt at peace, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I reached down to find a strong hand placed just to the left of my sheets and I let our fingers entwine. A strong hand, but gentle - very gentle and kind. I use my spare hand to try and sweep my long blonde hair from my face and I turn to look at the man sat just a few inches away....
My alarm sounds. Its 7:15 and I am pulled from my sleep, my dream ending abruptly and now fading into distant memory. I stumble out of bed and rub my eyes. It's a new day. A new beginning. I throw on my favourite pair of jeans and a sweater before grabbing the rest of my things and hurrying out of my apartment - it's a good job I know my way around this place, it'stoo early for bright lights.
I put my key in the ignition of my my motorcycle and start the engine as I watch the sun begin to rise. The sweet smell of petrol on the air and the sound of my bike just ticking over at about 800 RPM. I tuck my hair into the back of my jacket and put on my helmet.
A new school. What was I thinking? I HATE education and yet I've signed myself up for another 4 years of it! My head was full of all sorts of thoughts spiralling, making me question why I was even doing this. But then I remembered; I need to prove them wrong.
I pull up into the lot, kick my bike into neutral and shut the engine off. I remove my helmet and quickly tie my hair into a ponytail before whipping my hood up to try and cover my face. I look down and smile, realising what I had grabbed to wear earlier that morning. I think this was one of my father's hoodies - overly large - tatty - but comfortable... I shove the keys to my motorcycle into my bag and swing it over my shoulder in one swift motion. I've always secretly dreamed about further education for years despite, not having the best school experience - but I'd never imagined it to be Washington State University...
I roll my eyes as I walk up to the main entrance of the building towering over me and everything else in and around campus, I needed to enroll and try and figure out a way to my classes... Or not to get to my classes... No. Lexi. Stop! This year will be different, things have to change.
Ever since I was 7 I've wanted to leave that damn house, those damned people who call themselves my foster family and make something of my own. In honesty? I knew I was adopted, and I was fine with that + considering everything I think I've turned out pretty damn okay. I always got on with my 'dad'. We bonded over our love of anything and everything that had an engine, and we would spend hours upon hours fixing up old cars and bikes - the joy he found when they would finally run was amazing. I really admired him for that. But as great as he was, and despite the fact he made things... bearable. There was always a part of me that always felt something was... Missing. So in typical nosey Lexi fashion I did some digging. Turns out I have family in Washington - REAL family - blood relatives. And I want to meet them. Not to make them feel the guilt they deserve for abandoning me, but to try and form some sort of relationship with them that I couldn't have with those foster whatever's at home.
I walk through the corridor of the large building, taking in every poster on the wall, every stain on the very tired looking paintwork - blood - I wonder how many fights have taken place in this very hallway.
I look up for a brief moment and spot a girl with bright crimson hair coming towards me with a rather large group of her friends, I duck my head back down in order to avoid eye contact. But it was too late.
"Hey. You. Newbie!" She calls out, obviously showing off. This sort of behaviour really irritates me, I continue walking. She grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I sneak a look at the faces around me and think to myself... Whore... Typical jock... Frat boy... Plain idiot... And a gobby bitch. Perfect. Just what I wanted to encounter on the first day in my new life.
