A Fresh Start

If I Die Young

I woke up feeling content, I remembered the events of last night with a smile. I was so thankful that my first time had been something special, that it had been shared with the one I loved. I knew lots of girls, including Anna, who succumbed to societies pressure and ended up regretting the decision to have sex in the first place.

I stretched my arms out, forgetting that I wasn't in my own bed. When I ended up hitting something warm I freaked out, rolling over and nearly falling off the bed in the process. I sat up after I calmed down and was immediately met by Sebastion's green eyes, I could tell he was barely holding his laughter at bay. Before I knew it we were both laughing. I sobered up once I remembered our predicament.

"Sebastion I've got to go," I said anxiously, not wanting the perfect night marred by a little thing like me being shipped off to foster care. Sebastion nodded his agreement and after a quick sweep of the hall I ran into my room, shutting the door behind me. I sagged against the door, all the excitement was making me tired, well that and my lack of sleep. I looked up and nearly screamed once again. I had completely forgotten that Anna ended up spending the night on the small couch in Ben's sweet. She had been to tired to drive by the time we were winding down last night. Thanks to me and my generosity Anna was splayed across my bed like she owned the place. Her blue eyes were narrowed in my direction and I knew that I wasn't going to be going down to breakfast anytime soon.

"Marie, what have you been up to?" Anna asked suspiciously. I really didn't want to talk about this right now, Anna would probably keep me hostage up here for hours. She seemed to read my mind, "Don't even bother lying, I saw you sneak out last night."

I sighed in resignation and proceeded to tell her everything. When I finished she just stared at me for a good 15 seconds, not speaking a word. Just when I was starting to worry I saw her blond hair in my peripheral vision, the glimpse of her hair served as my only warning before finding myself trapped in her arms. Well, I guess she was happy for me.

When I finally made my way down to the lobby I was greeted by the sight of both boys on one of the lobby couches. Anna was already sitting next them keeping busy by explaining her very detailed agenda to them. I had asked her to take the boys around the city so that I could visit the graveyard where my parents were buried.

After bidding them goodbye I went out to the back to google map my route. I didn't want to tell Sebastion where I was going, he'd only worry about me and I had a feeling that I'd want to be alone after doing this. Some paths are meant to be walked alone.

I boarded the bus and sat down in an open seat, hoping that no one would sit beside me. I grabbed my bag and took my phone from inside, according to google maps it only takes another half an hour to reach the graveyard. Suddenly my phone started to buzz and I rolled my eyes as I started to feel annoyance creep in. 

Over the last two days, I had been receiving these prank calls in great numbers. At this point, I was starting to think about changing my number. They were starting to freak me out, the weird feeling of being followed was probably to be blamed on these stupid calls too. I declined the call and tucked my phone in my purse, I figured that if it was out of sight it'd be out of my mind. 

I knew I was being ridiculous. I was probably providing great entertainment for some pre-teen kid and their friends. Answering the phone the first time was my first, and my biggest mistake. Now the nuisance on the other side of the line would keep on fishing for a response. 

As the bus trundled down the road my thoughts drifted to my parents once again. I still was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was visiting my parents' grave. This wasn't supposed to happen to a 16-year-old, they weren't supposed to be burying the people who raised them. I knew it sounded bad, but I wished that they could've died in a car crash or something. At least then I could've remained ignorant to the double lives they led. I thought back to what Gloria had told me about them, she assured me that they were the same people I knew from birth, that they had simply gotten in over their heads with the wrong people. I just couldn't imagine the soft-hearted people that raised me making deals with drug lords.