The Pieces

Chapter 5

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to bubblebots26 and also to lovelyTeja, because they kind of inspired me to continue writing this story.

Thank you, as well, to the people who have continued to read after the prologue, as I am aware that it is saddening.

Also, please don't judge me about how I made Emily look.

People in real life aren't perfect, so I decided to make them imperfect.
___________________

I was- or failing at- changing the sheets on my mattress to show my silent rebellion about living here when someone knocked on my door.

"One sec, hold up!" I grunted angrily, not wanting to be disrupted. After the spread and I stopped wrestling about, I looked out of the peep-hole on my door.

There was a girl outside- a pretty one. Probably another girl wanting the new scoop on me, checking to see if I was any competition compared to her.

Jeez, how did girls survive here?

I swung the- you'd never believe it- wooden door open. "Hi, my name is Skye Adams, I just got here, and I m obviously not looking for any type of boy that would apply here." I practiced my newfound speech with a twinge of annoyance and slammed the door shut. I started stomping away.

"Hey! Open the frigging door!" An angry female voice shouted while I was in mid-stomp.

Well that was a first.

I opened the door slowly and raised my eyebrows. "Hey. Sorry about that. No one listens if I don't yell." It was still the pretty girl.

Her brown eyes and brunette hair seemed familiar. She had sharp features, which also seemed familiar, and she looked like she was way too skinny. Her wrists were half the size of mine, and I weighed a good weight. She wore glasses, which seemed to have fit at one time, but since she was so skinny, she constantly had to push them up.

"It's cool. Just please don't give me the speech every girl has given me. You know, 'Stay away from a certain boy, he's mine,'" I responded frustratedly.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," She blushed,"and anyway, I'm here to talk to you about my brother."

"Um, come inside. We'll gather a crowd if we don't." With this statement, I rolled my eyes.

We walked and sat down on my bed, which the sheets had stayed on. "So, what's the deal with your brother?" I asked once she settled in.

"Okay, here goes." She paused. "Please, and I know you'll dislike this, stay away from him in a romantic way. You guys can be friends, but he's been hurt too many times to count. So please, just do that for me."

And with that, she walked out, leaving me very confused.
__________________

Once I'd finished packing, I was going to take out the trash. I had left the pictures of my parents where they belonged. In the trash. There were a lot of them, too.

So I walked outside with the plastic bags slung over my shoulder. I found the trash shoot and I slowly threw my trash down it, wondering where it would lead.

The thing was, I was so curios and just crazy enough, that I considered jumping down the shoot. I mean, who wouldn't be curious?

I was tapping my chin and staring down the shoot when I heard someone say "Hey, are you gonna move or what?"

I spun around and looked at this chick. Her hair was strawberry blonde and covered with a black bandana. Her eyes were like ice and they held fire in them.

I stepped forward and asked "Do you know where that shoot leads?"

"I don't know. Never thought about it before." She answered.

"Alright, thanks." I was liked away and decided that someday, I would jump down that.
_________________