Unravelling the past

chapter 3

"You treat me just like, another stranger.Well it's nice to meet you sir.." Ignorance Drifted into my ears mixed with the usual bus background noise. For once i actually managed to get my own seat rather than the awkward sharing situation. The hum of the bus mixed with the amazing guitars and i drifted out of consciousness, imagining a world where buses didnt stink of P***. I remained that way for about 2 minutes when i heard a voice unwillingly say "Uh..Can I sit here?" Thinking it was a first year i nodded, not even bothering to look up. "What are listening to?" The person said. He was Definitely not a year 7. Slowly peeling my eyes away from the window, i glanced through my fringe, expecting to see some jerk dared to sit by me by his mates. Instead I saw him. The one that suddenly made my heart remember it's place all at once and way to fast. The one that made me stutter as i said in an attempt to be witty "Uh..Music". He looked at me with a smile that read Wow great sarcasm before saying "Well i'm Nathan, and I guess you are Emma right? I heard about you." Oh great there goes any chance i had with him. My heart was dragged down to its rightful place. My guard was unconsciously up. "Yeah i'm Emma, now back off." I muttered, not even bothering to make eye contact...or was I trying my hardest not to look at what I couldn't have?

"Tom, for F***'* sake i gave you one job!" I dragged myself into the house i exist in. I conveniently also walked into one of my foster parents arguments. They were in the middle of decorating after our recent move from Aylsbry after it happened. "Well, Helena i t would have helped if i BLOODY WELL KNEW WHAT IT WAS!" He bellowed, before registering my precense, he always got stressed and angry whilst decorating. "I see you managed to show up." He growled my way. I was careful to reply, " My bus was late, I'm sorry" It wasn't a lie, my bus was probably a minute or two later than usual, but i was late from walking the long way home to avoid a group of kids my age hogging the street and smoking. "Your dinners in the fridge." Helena yelled from the bedroom. I decided not to eat, i wasn't that hungry and my hips would thank me for it right? Instead i went to finish decorating my room. I had already collaged a wall with posters and pictures and cutouts and quotes, and was planning to paint another with a giant picture, when Helena walked in looking in the mood to sound off at me. Sure enough she started: "Seriously my husband drives me insane sometimes.." She babbled, whilst i nodded pretending to listen, grabbing paint and sketching onto the wall. Eventually she got the hint and left. My mind kept wandering back to Nathan. His perfect almost-curl brown hair and his deep brown eyes..Urgh brain really? I tried to busy myself with the art. I turned on You me at six loud and let the music absorb to my bones.