The Story of Us

Chapter 1 Lane's pov

"Wake up, Lane! Time for school you're gonna be late again!" I'm shaken awake by my oldest foster brother.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I grumble and sit up in my bed. He rolls his eyes and starts to get ready. He really doesn't like me, does he? I think to myself. He's probably just mad because my foster parents made us share a room.

I get out of bed and go to my small dresser that just has enough room for all my clothes. Which isn't much considering I never get to keep the clothes my foster parents buy. I grab a plain gray t shirt and black jeans. I grab my gray high tops and walk out of our room and down the hall to the bathroom which is shut.

I knock on the door. "Elizabeth! Hurry up! If I'm late again I get detention!!!"

"Not my problem! She yells over the buzz of her hairdryer.

"Whatever!" I turn and walk back to my room and change into my clothes and wait for her to get done with the bathroom. About five minutes later I hear the door open and I run for the door. Luckily Jarod is still getting his lunch packed. I brush my teeth and fix my hair and run down stairs. I look at the clock, 7:47. I should have left ten minute ago to have gotten there in time to eat breakfast at school. I grab a banana and my backpack and run out the door.

I get to school and put my bike in the bike rack. I check my phone, 8:07. I run down the hall to my locker and throw my backpack into my it. I grab my books for my first two periods and slam my locker everyone is already in class except for a few people chatting with their friends. How lucky that there locker isn't on the other side of the school than their first period. I take off running and get to my class. The door is closed and the teacher is speaking. I open the door right as she sends in attendance. She looks me sternly in the eye, "Late again, Lane? Well you know that means detention."

"Yes ma'am." I put my head down and walk past my snickering classmates and sit in the back with my best friend, Erin. A girl about my height with medium length brown hair and light brown eyes. She's wearing an aqua shirt and a dark blue scarf with blue jeans and boots. She looks at me concerned, "You're siblings again?"

I sigh. "Yeah. Again." I make myself smile, "It's fine." She smiles back with the same concerned look in her eyes, because she knows it's not fine. She knows me almost better than I do. I turn to the front of the class and half listen to the teacher for the rest of class.