The weekend is finally here and I thank god because that means I can escape the house and all the torturous people.
I literally jump out of bed change my clothes before running out the house hoping no one saw me.
Outside it was still cold and a bit windy. When will this storm hit? The grass was a pretty emerald shade. I don't know who kept the grounds around the house but they do a very good job. I ended up laying in some thick bushes in the front of the house. I put my arm beneath my head and toss a ball up in the air, counting how many times I can catch it in a row.
I did that for at least an hour before I saw someone coming down the street. The man with black hair and a black cloak blowing behind him came stalking down the street. He came up near me and stopped, looking around I don't think he noticed me yet.
He looks so familiar. As soon as he took another step closer everything in my body pushed me to talk. I stepped out of the bushes with my ball clasped in my hand. "Hi," I said in a small voice.
He turned around with a scowl on his face seeing me, he ignored me and turned back around. He was searching for something.
I knew the area well and maybe I could help him, "If you're looking for something, maybe I can help?"
He seemed to not even hear me, but I pressed on. "I live here," I said pointing to the orphanage behind me. "It's where I have lived for about 10 years, I think. So I know the area pretty well".
He peaked at me and where I had pointed. He still had an awful face on him, like I had ruined his thought process.
"I'm Jesse, Jesse Snape-" I hiccupped softly which he probably didn't hear and I wasn't going to say anymore, because at the mention of snape he turned around. The scowl had left his face as he turned to look at me.
"What did you say," he snapped in a cold voice.
"Jesse-"
"Your last name. What is it?" His cold voice never wavered.
"Snape- James" I said in a small voice. This was definitely the wrong choice to talk to him.
Debating whether or not I should run he continued. "Where are your parents?"
"If you mean Lana she's inside." I said pointing to the orphanage again.
He seemed to take in the look of the tall dark colored building. Realizing it was an orphanage he asked, "Who were your parents?"
"I... I don't know." I said looking down at the ground. No one had ever asked me this before and I am just now realizing that I really had no idea of who my parents were.
"I will see you, soon." It was an ominous promise that sounded like a threat from his monotone still voice. He turned on his heel and left.
