Achievement High

Good Morning

{DISCLAIMER: I don't own achievement hunter. this is fictional and for the sake of the story the boys are single. I love everyone's girlfriend but this is highschool anyways.

P.s. Yes I shouldn't start another story but I have no attention span}
Joining a new school halfway through the year isn't exactly ideal, but that happens more than one would hope thanks to fostercare.

It wasn't always like this, I was homeless for a while, I had a home once too. If that's what you want to call it. My old home was my living hell, disease ridden streets seemed appealing compared to that hellhole.
Enough of my teen angst, that's something we can always learn about later.

I sleepily stumbled through the room that still seemed so alien. The current people fostering me wanted me to refer to this house as my home but that word seemed misused when referring to this house.

'Home is where the heart is.' Don't people say that? Well my heart didn't rest here, or in this town. Anytime I could find my heart, or my place in this confusing world, something would happen and my heart would break.
I'm tired of that. If I detach myself then I can't get heart. It's hard to be heartbroken when you don't care.
I pulled on a worn down pair of tight, black, jeans and threw on an oversized tee shirt that, surprise, was black as well. I then tied back my dark hair into a messy bun, strands of hair rested around my face and danced in even the slightest breeze. After that I tied on my only pair of shoes, brown combat boots.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and left my room. Luckily enough mr and mrs happy fosters weren't up so I decided to leave early, but not before I grabbed a muffin from the kitchen.
I took my sweet time walking to school, I was early anyways. I just didn't want to talk to the people fostering me. They seemed so fake, worried that the broken homeless kid would snap at any point.

I wandered down the streets in the gentle sunlight, it wasn't that long of a walk to school, maybe 10 minutes at the most.

Once I did get to the school I still was early, I over estimated how Long it would take to walk here.

Despite the time, plenty of kids were already at the school socializing with friends. Only problem was, I didn't have friends. I'll admit, watching everyone so happy made me crave friendship as well, but I was trying to remain detached... And I would never admit it to anyone but talking to new people scared me.

So instead I sat outside on the sidewalk. I rested against the wall and watched people go by. A few people quietly whispered and pointed at the new kid but not many people said much.

"You look homeless." Scoffed a girl with flawless skin and flowing red hair. She didn't know a damn thing about me, I balled up my fists.

"At least I don't look like an insane cat lady." I replied in an annoyed tone as I looked up at her, carful not to break the intense eye contact.

Her piercing brown eyes seemed to understand everything about me. She smiled coldly, a large, fake smile. A smile that seemed to signal a war. "Fine, pick some clothes up for my cats at goodwill okay dear? Oh wait, I'm sorry.. That's assuming you can afford something other than direct donations." She said before 'accidentally' steeping on my ankle with her dagger like heels. "Oops I'm so clumsy."

"Ow you FUK-" I was cut off when a boy with dirty blonde hair appeared beside the crazy girl.

"Hey Grace leave the pretty girl alone." He said pushing her aside as he cast a friendly smile down at me. His voice carried a strong British accent and he had a huge nose.

That might've not been something nice to say about a guy that's helping me.

"Whatever." She scoffed. "I'll see you later goodwill." After that she angrily stomped away, her heels making loud clicks like sirens to warn everyone she is ready to kill.

The boy sat down next to me and kept his goofy smile. "You're new right?" I nodded slightly in return. I wasn't much of a talker until I warmed up to people. From a young age, I learned that I'm bad at saying the right things. Sometimes it's easier to keep quiet, which it what I should've done with that Grass girl or whatever her name was.

"I'm Gavin. Don't worry Grace kinda sucks."

I couldn't help but smile slightly, why was he being so nice already. The whole time he kept on a faint friendly smile and made eye contact.

"Thanks, I noticed." I said in Reply, trying to not be rude by keeping quiet. "I'm Jane."