Who Am I?

Chapter 1 : Maira's POV

(FLORIDA)
I wake up & damn I stink like hell. Well let's just say my brain woke up but I didn't, its like sleep paralysis. I hate it when that happens. I wait a few minutes to let my brain process & I think it took like 30 minutes I guess but it's okay, I'm not in a rush.
As I get up, I feel dizziness and grab ahold of a trash can close by. I'm wide awake now & take a walk. I stop at a shop and in a mirror I look at myself. "Who tf am I?? My hair wasn't this long or was it?" I think to myself and start searching my body like how did I become like this. I try to remember but nothing processes. "Where Am I?" I whisper but a bit loud. "Florida, like what side of the bed did you wake up on?" Someone close by says. I take a look and wow, what a cute guy he is.

"Hi, I'm Storm...you are?" He says. "Hi I'm..." What on earth is my name? How do I not know my name? This is weird!
I think he must've seen how confused I was so he just changed the topic, "you don't look like you're from here, are you?" He looks at me too good to be true though. "Honestly, I don't know" I say sadly. I don't even know where I'm from. Do I have a family? I can't even remember where I was before sleep paralysis. I cover my face with both my hands and damn I smell like rats. He touches me, not sexullly though, the kind where he removes my hands from my face and places them on my sides and says, "You don't have to be afraid of me, I can help you you know." "Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just a street kid that has no purpose" I say with tears in my eyes. Ask me why I'm crying, try finding out that you're stuck in a place you don't know, you don't even know where you come from and you don't even know your name.
"I care for the homeless. My mother was once poor but she didn't let that stand in her way but you're not poor. I can see that." He says. I don't even know why he's telling me this.
"You need to get cleaned up," he says and looks at me the puts my chin up, "aren't you hungry?" Ok so one thing I know is you don't trust strangers and you don't invite strangers in your household but he seems kind. "Wouldn't I ruin your reputation? You're inviting a homeless girl to your house" I say as he covers me with his jacket. It's kinda cold because it's still morning. "Like I said, you're not homeless. I know all the homeless kids here, you're not from here." He says. Fair enough.

We walk in a street where most of the houses are actually mansions. It's so pretty and all. He then takes out a pack of keys and presses a green button and a huge black gate opens. We walk in and he waits for it to close up behind. "Is this your shelter?" I ask. "Yeah, this is my crib. I live here. Alone" He says. I wanted to ask him why but he interrupted, "my parents are coming over for dinner tonight though" "oh" is all I say.
As we get into his 'crib' he asks "what's that smell? It smells like blood" he looks at me. This is so embarrassing, I forgot something important. "I guess it's code red" "you're menstruating?" He asks and it's like he can see it in my eyes that I'm embarrassed. "I tell you what, you can have a shower while I get you some pads" I just look at him. "Wait do you use pads or tampons?" I feel my butt that's obviously covered by a tights that's read 'RedBat' and answer him, "I guess it's pads". "I'll get you both pads and tampons" he says with a smile. I just stand there awkwardly. He walks out the door and then walks back to me, "by the way, when you're done freshening up you can use my clothes to dress up" then walks out to the shop. I immediately get into the shower because I need it.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm as clean as a cat. My hair is puffy now, but damn I'm so cute. I wrap a towel around me and read the label, "fabiani", that's a nice name I guess but not my type. I tour the house only to find that I walked passed his bedroom five times. I stand at the door and laugh at myself for being so stupid. I get inside and look over at the closet. As I open up the doors it's huge as fudge. I swear it looked kinetiket. So I picked out an outfit and did my hair. Damn I look good.