The Rebellious

Cold

I woke up cold, rolling over to the side to look at my alarm clock. It was 6:47 already. I rolled back over and rewrapped myself in my blankets, wanting to never leave.
"Jessica, wake up your going to make us late!" My younger brother Jack wailed in my ear.
He was excited for his first day of middle school, more excited than nervous.
"Dude school doesn't start in like an hour." I argued as I checked the clock again, It was 7:26 now. I groaned, remembering how long the night was. I'd always wake up screaming from night mares, they'd always be about my parents. Neither Jack or I met them. Our new parents always told us our parents had to give us up because they were too dangerous or some thing, I could never remember. We'd always be moving, always moving. My mind is too clustered to remember anything at this point. I've never been able to call any where home. Our parents told us it's to keep us safe, but after 15 years of moving, I think there's some thing they're not telling us. We just settled in Portland, Oregon last Tuesday, and today was our first day at our new school.
"Come on Jess, get up." I turned over to scowl at Jack, but it was my dad this time, entering my small room.
"Yes father." I sighed.
"You know I love you, right?" He asked as he sat on my bed, right next to me.
But I didn't respond. Did he really? I never knew for sure.
"Of corse father." I finally replied. When I looked into his eyes, all I saw was disappointment. For a few moments we sat there, staring at each other. I couldn't stand the silence anymore.
" I better get ready now, wouldn't want to be late for the first day." I blurted. "Alright, see you down for breakfast in a few, alright?" He said eyeing me.
"Alright." I agreed.