• Frankie's POV •
I quickly rush to the bus as it starts to downpour, as I step in a wave of muttering and chattering spreads amongst the adolescent teens.
Dragging myself to the back where I usually sit, I set my things on the floor and sit. My hand scrunches up my wet hair taming the frizzy waves, as the storm brews and stirs the wind wildly.
The gray skies make it darker then usual, making me want to fall back asleep almost immediately. The bus moves frequently stopping every once in a while, more students packing the bus, becoming more suffocating.
I stare at the completely empty seat available next to me, a sigh escapes my lips. Being the quite kids is never easy, I set boundaries for myself. Maybe I'm closed off, but I'd like to keep it that way.
No one has been there for me, not even my parents. I don't need false hope in my life, so I decided what a lot of people do, shut others out and face the reality.
The bus comes to an abrupt stop causing me to snap out of my trance. Students laughter and chatter carriers off the bus leaving me last.
I gather my things and make my way off the bus. The bus driver slams the door and drives off, leaving me to hurry to the horrid building as the rain continues to pour.
The halls are instantly cluttered as I enter, students push and shove, the usual. I roll my eyes and make my way to my class, clutching to my bag tightly.
As usual I'm the first one there, I set my things in the back and take out my book. The bell soon rings and students pack the classroom.
The teacher walks in, but not by her self. A boy wearing a leather jacket walks besides Ms. Wells others gasp in surprise. I furrow my eyebrows as to why people were so shocked, I roll my eyes and continue to read my book.
The teacher sets the new student to the only seat left on the class, next to me. I don't move, I don't say anything, he does the same. I catch a glance at him as he stares straight.
He looks stern almost unapproachable, I look at back down as I continue to not pay attention.
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END OF DAY
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I leave the building, shuffling my way to the bus. An engine roars causing half the school to turn it's attention to it.
I look to see the boy from first period on his motorcycle, people gather around him to talk, but all he does is ignore and back out.
He turns his head but his eyes land on mine, I avert my attention back to getting on the bus.
Soon the bus pacts, we come to everyone's stop, leaving me last. I get off as I begin walking down the street, in one swift motion I turn to be faced with my Foster house.
I walk in to see children chasing each other around, and other then girls on there phones.
I walk past the chaos to the kitchen, Dani the head of Foster care stands cutting a tomato. She is the only person I talk to, just because she understands me.
"Hey" I say quietly. "Hey Frank's, would you mind setting the table please?" I nod, and do as she asks.
"So how was school hun?" She asks making conversation. "Same as usual, do work come home." She bobs her head, while she cooks.
"You can head upstairs, thanks for the help" I set the last plate down, and grab my bag to rush up the stairs.
Since I'm 17, the oldest I get the biggest bedroom to myself. I set my things down and take out my sketch book.
I begin to draw, but as I let my hand lightly touch the pad, images of the boy on the motorcycle come in my head.
He seemed mysterious, closed off, almost like me. Usually whatever comes to mind I draw, so I'm no time my hand lightly sketched him on his motorcycle unintentionally.
I look out my window to see the boy conveniently roll past the house on his motorcycle, he rides until he's out of sight, he must live close.
I sigh as the sky becomes darker, and I realized I was staring out the window for a long period of time.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I open the door to see Mikey, the second oldest and one of the nicest girls here,"hey Frankie dinners ready " I smile at her, I still don't talk to her though, I don't talk to anyone.
We walk down together in silence, laughter folks the air as I get closer to the kitchen. We all sit down and begin to dig in.
I sit in silence, watching everyone else, but I couldn't help but smile this was as close as family as I'll ever get....
