Waking Up.

chapter 1: The first Morning.

Honestly, I never thought I'd make it to Highschool. It's not that I thought I was gonna die, or anything, I just thought I would've gone insane after all of my past experiences. This isn't a pity story, I'm not about that. I just had my own problems that ended a little more, err, bitterly than I thought they should've.
I woke up that morning to the sound of my foster dad, Eric, cursing at the stove for burning the eggs. "You worthless son of bitch! Why don't I just replace you? See what you think of that!" This was our daily morning routine. He'd have a conversation with Bethany, my foster mom, about replacing the stove. She would encourage him,(usually by nodding a couple of times to calm him down while murmuring,' yes dear) and go cook some hash browns for us kids. He would complain about it for a few minutes, and then he'd forget all about it and get on with his life.
My name is Trisha, but all my friends call me Trish. I don't know why, it's only one letter short, but what the hey. I live in Danville Minnesota with my foster family, the Rodgers. Bethany and Eric have two kids of their own. A 7 year old girl named Roxie and a 4 year old boy named Cory. They also have three foster kids, myself included. A 16 year old girl named Wendy and a 12 year old girl named Naomi. She is my best friend, I've known her since I came to live here in three years ago. She was sent to live with Bethany and Eric after her parents were busted smuggling illegal drugs across the border to Canada. She was shaken by it, of course, but she is the most compassionate human being on this planet. Her face is always beaming with light. Wendy was sent here six months ago. Her dad is thought to have been involved with a cereal rapist and is awaiting trial. She refuses to talk to anyone, and I've only heard her say a few word since she's been here. I guess I can't blame her.
Cory came bounding into my room, half dressed and smiling so wide, I thought he might split his face in half. "Hi-ya Trish! Are you 'cited for school!" I sat up, pushing away my messy excuse for hair, and began to tickle him.
"Of course I am! Are you? You better be, or else I'll have to tickle you some more." He bended over in hysterical laughter and tried to get away.
"Yes! Yes I am." I let him run off and began to stumble down the stairs. It was no use trying to get to the bath room before anyone. In a house with 5 girls, you'd have a better chance trying to stop the sun from rising. Eric, dad to me for now, was scarfing down the hash browns Bethany made.
"How o duwin Trisha?" I frowned and smiled, "you got a little something there." He used the sleeve of his bathrobe to wipe away any crumbs he may have and presumed to inhale the food. Roxie enveloped me in a hug and ushered me to sit down. She was like my little shadow, and I loved it. I was ever so grateful that she would grow up with loving, devoted parents that would bend to her every need.
"Tith!",(she had lost a tooth earlier that week, and couldn't pronounce things correctly)" come sit by me!"
"Roxie, what do we say?" Bethany asked patiently.
"Pees sit wit me?"
"That's a good girl," Beth nodded in approval. We sat down at the long oak dining table, awaiting our food. Beth slid it over and we began to eat.
"Hey Trith, guess what?" Those where her favorite words in the whole world.
"What?" I feigned genuine interest.
"I get to go to the second grade today!"
"Really? That's fantastic! I am so jealous!" And in a way, I sorta was. She smiled to herself, proud that she'd won my admiration. Sorry, I know I use big words a lot. It makes me feel smart, so just deal, ok? Thanks. Wendy came glooming down, with Naomi trailing shortly behind with a comb and a toothbrush sticking halfway out her mouth.
"I am so nervous! But I'm also excited! Errr, I don't know what to feel, it's like a pot of feeling swirling inside me." Naomi was one to express her feelings, both good and bad. That was one of the reasons that I loved her.
"Don't be nervous, there's no reason to be," Beth exclaimed.
"I can't help it, mom."( They prefer we call them mom and dad. She sat down and began to eat her plate of goodness.
"Your not going to school like that, are you?" I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt with pajama pants spotted with lemons.
"To my first day of Highschool? Are you feeling alright, Naomi?" She pushed me playfully and I bounded up the stairs to me and Wendy's bedroom. The floor was littered with numerous things. Dirty clothes, a laptop, magazines, hair ties, and movies to name a few. I opened the wooden closet and examined my clothes. I was not what one would exactly call, 'in shape.' And I certainly wasn't small. I was around six feet tall and I wasn't sure about my weight. It was for sure north of 180. What to wear, what to wear? I settled on a brown sweatshirt, some Jeggings, and a set of white tennis shoes. I'm not really a fashionable person, but that's fine with me. I didn't have anyone to impress, and I didn't need to make a huge statement on my first day as a freshman. That's in my opinion, anyways.
Cory stepped into the room with a dinosaur shirt stuck halfway over his head.
"Please help me." I smiled to myself and helped him pull it over my head. Bethany, mom, called up to me;" Trish! The bus is almost here!" With that, I hugged Cory, kissed his forehead, and prepared my self for the long bus ride to Danville High.

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