"Wake up you brat! We need breakfast!" My foster mom yelled at me. I rolled oit of my uncomfortable bed and went down stairs. My bedroom was in the attic, it was huge, but it was lonely and a mess. There were boxes everywhere, and I couldn't touch anything.
Ito had moved the boxes to where I could move around. But the boxes were still here. I heard my foster mom unlock the door. Yes they locked me in my room, so I wouldn't run away.
Yes I've tried to run away from home once, when they first started to abuse me. I had went to the cops, the foster parents told them that I had anger issues and got into fights. They wouldn't believe me, so
I gave up...
And ever since that day I've been abused, mentally and physically. I hate them, but at least I don't have live in the streets. I walked downstairs and began to make breakfast for my parents. They went to work at 6 am. So I had to wake up at 5 am to make them breakfast. I made breakfast and handed them their plates.
"This is trash! Do you even know how to cook?" My foster dad yelled at me throwing the food at me. The food hit me in my in my face. I flinched at the sudden impact.
Syrup and pancakes were all over me. I was getting mad, so I stomped up to the bathroom to take a shower. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. I angrily wiped my tears away.
I took a shower, then got ready for school. I put on a black hoodie under my uniform jacket. I woke everyone up for school and left for school with my gym bag.
I rode my bike to school, thank God I didn't have to ride a long way. We lived about a 10 minute bike ride away from school.
I met Kagayama at the school entrance and raced him to the club room. I won of course, making Kagayama made again. I let out a laugh at his panting.
"I won again, that's 59 to 45!" I yelled jumping up and down in a happy manner.
"No! I won!" Kagayama yelled stomping his foot like a little kid.
"Oh, stop acting like a child!" I laughed
"Wow, shrimpy has comebacks!" Tsukishima smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and went to go change.
We all started to change, when Sugawara asked about a bruise on my side. It was the plate my foster dad threw at me. Dang it they actually left a bruise!
"Oh, me and my brother got into a fight." I answered lying, I gulped nothing down and looked at my feet.
I could tell that Sugawara knew I was lying. Maybe this time I coul- no I couldn't ask for help, I finally had a home. It may be bad but I'm not living on the streets again.
I suddenly became sad, thinking of those streets. I lost a lot of good friends to drugs and violence. No one was in the club room. I started to tear up, thinking of my lost friends. I angrily wiped my tears away.
I really needed to spike some volleyballs.
I quickly put on my jersey and went to the gym. Everyone was practicing, this time there was no fake happy smiles. I was mad.
Me and Kagayama started our quick attacks. I hit every set Kagayama tossed to me. Every spike I would get more hyper and stronger. Soon I had popped 2 volleyballs. Soon I was wiped out, I was sweaty amd tired.
I angrily stomped to get my water bottle. My teammates were definitely confused and scared. I couldn't help it, anger is apart of me.
"Alright what is going on with you? How do you have enough strength to pop two, TWO freaking volleyballs??" Coach Ukai yelled at me.
"I'm leaving early, I've had enough of today." I said walking out of the gym.
"What? We still have school boke!!" Kagayama yelled. I ignored their screams, I knew Ito was home, he skipped most days of highschool.
