Risen

~Chapter Two~

I wake up to a sharp rapping on my bedroom door at six in the morning. "Hurry up or you'll be late!" my mom yells. I groan, shift slightly to glance at my clock, and then roll back over to go back to bed. It has been three years since the accident and after staying in an orphanage for about a year I was finally adopted. Woo hoo for me. Now I just get yelled at by a woman I have to call my mother instead of being yelled at by the owner of the orphanage.

"Don't make me come in there!" she exclaims.

I groan again and slowly sit up in bed.

"Now!"

"I'm up! I'm up!" I scream. If I don't do that she's just going to burst into my room. And I already don't have any privacy. Yeah, I have school today, but I could have slept for five more minutes. Or fifteen.

I pose in front of the mirror as I try on a long-sleeved green shirt and a pair of ripped shorts. It's cute, but not so cute that boys will be knocking down my door later. I turn to grab my backpack and a picture of my original parents is sitting on my night table. I forgot the anniversary of their death is today. I stare at it for a couple more seconds before I flip it so the picture is facing down. I just need to leave it all behind. There's no use dwelling on the past. They're dead and I can't do anything about it.

I clunk down the stairs in my olive green converse and grab a piece of toast on the island in the middle of the kitchen. My Dad sits at the kitchen table reading the news on his phone. His blond hair is messy and obviously hasn't been combed. He's still in his bathrobe and has a cup of coffee next to him. "Sup sport," he says before he takes a sip, "ready for school?"

"Yep," I state as I plop my backpack down on a chair as I quickly tie my right shoelace which has come undone during my journey from my room to the kitchen. I swear, they need to just make better shoelaces for these things. They're so expensive you would think they would have good shoelaces.

"Homecoming is on Friday isn't it?" he asks.

"Don't really know and don't really care," I state, standing up straight and grabbing my backpack.

"No one's asked you yet? I'm surprised."

I run out the door before he can say another word. I've heard that talk before and I don't want to hear more.