Isolation [COMPLETED]

1.1 Happily Never After

1.1 HAPPILY NEVER AFTER

She woke up to silence and instantly knew something was wrong. She knew this because growing up in multiple foster homes had taught her that. She sat up slowly and stretched while wiping the sleep from her eyes.

Light angrily glare down at her through the small window that was in the middle of the room. She looked at the two beds that were also in the room and saw that they were empty.

She plopped back down and pulled the blanket over her head and closed her eyes and started twirling her long blond hair. It was something she had done since she was a child when she was stressed out.

She had long flowing blond hair that went down her back almost to her waist. Her hair and body were all she had, that actually belonged to her; she obsessed with taking care of it.

If you saw Lennon on the street somewhere walking you wouldn't look twice at her. She always kept her hair in her face, as if to keep the outside world away and block people out.

She wasn't a skinny girl; she had hips and curves in all the right places. She was embarrassed by her curves, so she always tried to cover her body with baggy clothes. But it was her eyes that would make people stop and stare. She had eyes the color of the ocean. They were a deep blue on the edges and then they turned into a clear blue, like the sky in a swirl.

When people would look into her eyes, they would get lost in them, and lose their train of thought. Which is another reason Lennon would not look people in the eye when she spoke to them.

She considered it embarrassing to have people give her compliments or to stare at her. She looked around for her cell phone, but couldn't find it in its normal spot under her pillow.

That is when panic started to set in. She plopped back in bed and groaning loudly. This was all she neSamd for her first day of her junior year.

She sat straight up in bed with a jolt. Junior year. She bolted out of bed and ran down the hallway. She had only been in this new home for three days, but already she hated it.

Her new foster mother, Marge smelled of mothballs and martinis, her new foster father, Martin, who she hadn't met yet, was a truck driver so he was gone for long periods at a time, or so she was told but something about the house and its inhabitants were all just off.

She shared the home with five other children, all of whom kept to themselves, and then there was Hartley, Marge's daughter from her former marriage, who was the wicked bitch of the West, as far as Lennon was concerned.

She stopped short in the kitchen, where Marge was doing what appeared to be a crossword puzzle from a newspaper at the kitchen table, nearly falling face first onto the hardwood floor.

"What time is it?" Lennon asked in a panic. Marge set the paper down and sternly looked up from her time-consuming puzzle. Sitting beside Marge's cup of coffee, sat Lennon's cell phone that she had been searching for earlier.

Lennon's eyes widened and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. "You know Lennon," Marge said, putting her hands together and narrowing her brow, "I make simple rules, not only to help me but to help me help you."

Lennon lifted her eyebrow in a confused state. "Is this about the cell phone?" Lennon asked the question that she already knew the answer too.

Marge got up slowly, and walked to the end of the long kitchen table and sat down on the edge, right in front of Lennon, making Lennon even more uncomfortable than she had already been the last few days.

"First, it starts off as you not obeying my rules about having a cell phone. Then you will start sneaking off, doing who knows what with who knows who. You could end up a dead child, or worse, pregnant," Marge said in a low husky voice, making sure to insinuate each word slowly.

Lennon's mouth dropped open, as she stood in the dining room.

"I didn't know it was going to be a big deal," Lennon said defensively as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Lennon, Lennon, Lennon," Replied Marge as she shook her head in a disapproving manner.

"Who do you have to talk to on a cell phone? It's not like you have family or friends," Marge chuckled as she delivered the low blow. Lennon held back tears and insults as she bit her tongue.

"My house my rules, and my rules say no cell phones. Now go get dressed, I have to get you registered at the school. And try not to wear anything too revealing, I know how you girls think nowadays."