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Just then
an unwanted person interrupted my thoughts. I took my ear buds
out and stared at him for a while. “I didn’t know
anyone else came here.” The guy said to me flipping his
long brown hair out of his beautiful mocha colored eyes. His eyes
were innocent but he had bad boy written all over him. After I
didn’t reply he tried again, “Mind if I join
you?” He asked coming closer. I shook my head letting him
know that I didn’t care. I then scooted over so that he
could sit down.
“My name is Ashton.” He said sitting next to me. I
showed him a half smile and said, “Kayleigh, but my friends
call me Dreamz.” “Is it because you’re going to
make my dreams come true?” He said smiling. I giggled and
said, “That was smooth!” Ashton nodded, “You
should know Smooth is my middle name.” He said grinning.
This time I laughed. Ashton and I sat there on the side stairs
until the end of the day, just laughing and getting to know each
other.
Once the last bell rang, Ashton and I both stood up at the same
time. “Well, it was nice talking to you.” Ashton said
as he went down the stairs 2x2. “You too!” I said
waiting until he was at the bottom of the stairs.
I slowly walked outside. I walked slowly not because I was still
in a daze, I walked slowly because I wasn’t needed nor
wanted anywhere. My dad left my mom and me when I was three. Then
when I was six years old my mom became an alcoholic and I was
placed in foster care.
I was now living with a couple who had about five other foster
kids who were all the same age as me. Six teenagers in the same
house. Four boys and two girls. Was this couple crazy?
My social worker told me that I should try to be friendly and
treat them as family. Usually I just smiled at her and said
“Okay.” But this time I just snorted and said,
“That’s never going to
happen.”
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