Love of a Foster Child
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Ashby," said the low voice. The low voice was the most gorgeous boy at North Ridge, Hayden Michaels. Every girl swooned over the sight of him and every guy wanted to be him. His eyes were a passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. His chestnut brown locks were messy enough that you want to walk up to him and play with it. Despite all of this he never had an actual girlfriend, which really surprised me. I mean I wouldn't either if literally every girl you tried talking to didn't know what to do with herself.
"It's okay Mr. Michaels, next time be on time," retorted Mr. Ashby. Hayden looked around for an open seat, which to my luck was the desk behind me. I just kept looking at pictures on my phone when I was bothered by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and looked at him with a confused look.
"May I help you?" I questioned.
He was quiet and kept staring at me but then finally shook his head as if he was in a trance.
"Oh, um..."he said quietly and took out a piece of paper and gave it to me. I grabbed it from his hands and looked at it. It read Party at my house Saturday night 7:30 p.m. see you there. I just stared at it astonishingly and wondered why thee Hayden Michaels would invite a nerdy, foster child to one of his parties.
Cover by @Ho_Lee_Fuc