"Phoenix! Come here."
I didn't move.
"PHOENIX!"
I fell onto the floor.
I rubbed my eyes sleepily and walked to the desk.
She was facing a computer.
I tapped the desk and she jumped in surprise.
"Ah, Phoenix. Finally awake. You've always been a deep sleeper. I need you to go to the store please." She handed me a list.
I turned to walk away, but Ms. Briggs stopped me.
"Oh and Phoenix, call me if you need me."
I nodded.
I got out my uniform which was basically just a dark red polo shirt with either a khaki skirt or khaki pants. I decided to wear pants today.
I applied the usual concealer and a little bit of eyeliner. I ran a brush through my hip-length blood red hair. I grabbed my phone and put on my white converses and left.
/skip walk to the store/
I opened the door to the store that Ms. Briggs sends me to all the time, since I was the oldest. I pulled out the crumpled shopping list that she gave me and began looking.
/Michael POV/
"Luke come cuddleeee .." I heard Calum whine. I heard shuffling in the bunk under mine.
"Will you shut up," I groaned.
"MICHAEL!" I heard Ashton yell.
"WHAT?"
"WE'RE OUT OF YOGURT!"
"THEN DRAG YOUR FATASS TO THE STORE."
"HEY, DON'T SWEAR."
"I DO WHATEVER I WANT, I'M PUNK ROCK."
I drifted back to sleep, but was awakened by Ashton yanking the curtain open.
I turned over to face him, but instantly regretted it when I was blinded by the light.
"AW GOD!!" I yelled.
"Go buy me yogurt. Pwease."
"YAY!" Ashton squealed.
I got up and put on a nirvana shirt and just left on my pajama pants. I slipped on my pikachu slippers and walked out of the tour bus, not forgetting some money and my phone. We were parked behind a shopping center, so that nobody could see up. We were in a small town, anyway.
I opened the door to the small grocery store and walked over to the dairy section. I grabbed a few cases of yogurt, silently wondering how it all was going to fit into the small refrigerator. I put them back with a frown on my face. I grabbed an armful of individual containers and slammed into someone.
"Watch where your go-" I instantly regretted being a dick about it when I realized who I ran into.
A little girl, probably about 14. With hair that was an identical color to mine.
She looked at me with a sorrowful expression. She looked down and I followed her eyes to her shirt and pants. A yogurt container had busted all over her.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to, it was my fault." I couldn't help but notice a pin in her shirt that said "Whispering Pines Home for Girls".
"Do you live in an orphanage?"
She just stared at me with a blank expression. She finally picked up a jug of milk and some eggs and ran off.
I grabbed the yogurt containers, not bothering to clean up the mess, and ran to the check out line.
We were the only customers in the store.
By the time I found the check out line, she had already gone through.
I will never forget the red hair that whipped through the wind as she ran away.
