The next morning I woke up an hour and a half earlier than I did the day before. I took a quick shower. Looking through the glamorous closet that June put together for me, I felt nothing. The excitement from yesterday was completely gone.
For a minute, I thought that June might be different. I thought that she was one of the few decent foster parents, but I was wrong. She spread my story around like it was nothing.
I no longer care if the Wesleys like me. They can ship me off to juvie if that’s what they want. What’s the point of staying out of trouble if I’m going to be in prison here anyway?
It may sound like I’m overreacting, but I’m not. I’m a foster kid. I don’t own anything around me. I don’t even own the clothes on my back. The one thing that can’t be taken away from me is my past. It’s something that I hold sacred. My prized possession of sorts.
I pulled on green skinny jeans and a simple white v-neck I didn’t bother to put on makeup or do my hair. I ran a brush through it and put it in a pony tail. After slipping on socks and black converse, I was completely ready in fifteen minutes.
I grabbed a plain looking backpack and shoved my school things into it.
As I walked down the hall, I noticed a skateboard propped up against the wall.
I picked it up and brought it with me.
It was still early and no one was downstairs yet. School doesn’t start for another three hours. I stepped right out the door and down the driveway.
If they want to think that I ran away, I don’t care. No matter what, I get to see my parents the day I turn eighteen.
I threw the skateboard onto the concrete. A guy named Reggie taught me how to ride a skateboard. He was a foster kid in the third home I was put in.
I only lasted a month there before I filled the principal’s car with seventeen different kinds of car fresheners. On their own they smell delightful. Separately, they smell so bad that your eyes tear up. I guess that was the last straw for that family.
I rode the skateboard to school.
As I approached the school, I realized that I left my phone at the Wesleys house. Oh, well. It’s not like I really have anyone to text or talk to.
My stomach growled.
I walked up to a random person in the parking lot. “Hey, kid, what time is it?”
He jumped slightly and looked at me in disbelief. The guy was clearly Asian. He was a few inches taller than me and had neat dark hair. He wore hipster glasses, but they were a little thick telling me that they were prescription glasses, not a fashion statement. He wore a light blue plaid shirt with white jeans. Classy and nerdy, but in a cute boy-ish way.
“You’re talking to me?” He asked without an accent.
“Yeah.” I dragged the word out.
“Aren’t you Ivory Samson? The one who hangs out with the Rebels?”
“I guess so. Do you know the time or are you just wasting mine?” I rolled my eyes.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a cellphone. “Two hours until school starts. What are you doing here? I know that you are new to the whole Rebels thing, but you aren’t supposed to walk alone. You travel in groups.”
“Look, whatever your name is, I’m not a part of any group, especially not one with such a ridiculous name. I am my own person, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want to.” My stomach growled again. I looked around and noticed a cafe across the street. “You want to get breakfast?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“It’s not a date.” I deadpanned. “I didn’t bring any money. Let’s go.” I picked up my skateboard and headed in the direction of the cafe.
“I guess I’m buying you breakfast.” I heard a mumbled as he trailed behind me.
I ended up ordering a Pepsi and a cinnamon bun.
“Soda? Really?” I still hadn’t gotten the guy’s name. He ordered a coffee and pulled out his wallet.
“I love the smell of coffee, but it tastes awful.” I answered him.
He nodded accepting my answer.
“You know my name, what’s yours?” I asked as money was handed to the cashier.
“River Ying.” He answered picking up his coffee.
I followed him to a booth.
“Well, thanks for the food, River. I was starving. Missed dinner last night.” Would I look like a slob if I just picked up the cinnamon bun and bit into it or should I use a fork?
“No problem. I needed coffee anyway.” He shrugged.
“What were you doing at school so early?” I decided just to dig in. Who cares what River thinks of me?
He smile, amused as I dug into my sugary breakfast. “I’m head of the tech club. I am supposed to be meeting with one of the faculty advisers about getting the funding for new computers. They never showed up.”
“You got stood up by a teacher.” I smirked.
“Shut up.” He took a sip of his coffee.
This cinnamon bun is life. The flavors were just right. The balance between cinnamon and sugar was perfect and it was doughy, but not collapsing. Pure perfection.
I went to check the time on my phone, but my pocket was empty.
“We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes.” River announced. “Did you lose your phone or something because I’m not a human clock.”
“I left it at the Wesley house.” I took the last bite of my food.
“You were at the Wesley house? What’s up with that? Are you dating one of them or something?” He asked.
“Um, no.” I made a face. “I live at the Wesley house for now.”
He accepted my answer without further questioning which I was grateful for.
“We have enough time to get to the house and back if you want to get your phone.” He tossed his cup into a nearby trashcan.
I thought for a minute. I really don’t want to be asking everyone for the time if I can’t find a clock, but if I accept a ride from River, that would make us friends. Do I want any friends? It couldn’t hurt to have an ally in Florida. I sighed. “Thanks, man, I’d appreciate it.”
We walked back over to the school’s parking lot. I followed River to a motorcycle.
I stared at it for a second. I’ve never ridden one before, so this should be interesting.
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Sorry for the looong wait. I've had so much going on in my life. You wouldn't believe it.So, it looks like Ivory made a friends. Aw.
River Ying wasn't a planned character. As I wrote this chapter, he just appeared and I really like him. He seems cool. Hopefully him and Ivory can be friends drama free.I wonder how the Wesleys are going to react when Ivory pulls up in front of the house on the back of a bike. *Insert evil laugh here*
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