Hey guys! this took me ages just to think of the characters so please review! IF you like it that is.
I looked out my window, down below at the busy traffic and rushed people of London city. The sun glinted in my green eyes. My stereo was loud, blasting My Chemical Romance into the ears of whoever was around outside the doors of my room, in an orphanage.
"Damn it Tom, will you turn that crap down? My ears are bleeding." Joli shouted above the sound of my stereo. She was the person who ran this kip. I could hardly complain. She was infact a good woman. She took kids without families, kids from the streets and gave them a home here.
I walked to my stereo and turned it down. I was a bit tired. My friend Decko and I had been up around stalls today, after running from security guards that is. He had robbed something valuless from one of the stalls for the thrill of it. I was once again dragged into his trouble.
I had a counseling session about now, but I decided I would not go. Rodge could wait untill another time to pry into people's lives and pretend to care about their "problems".
I had always been this way, closed, unable to cared about anybody or their emotions. It was just the way I was. Besides, people just let you down no matter how bad you care about them. It was just life. After a while of hovering, I went to sleep. At leats, I tried to.
______________________
My alarm went off at seven in the morning. I couldn't bare school today, so there was no way I was going. It wasn't neccessarily because I was tired, I simply couldn't face the teachers. I decided to call up my mate Decko, ask him if he fancied mitching for a day. Of course, being Decko, he quickly took me up on my suggestion.
"So princess, what do you feel like this morning?" He asked sarcastically.
"Had better days, had worse days." I replied. Cold wind blew my short dark hair.
"Wanna go piss off the security guards down by the stalls again?" He asked absent mindedly thinking I was up for it.
"Nope," I replied honestly. "Besides, what does that achieve? You get your thrill and I get in trouble because of you and your love for fear? Get real Decko, I'm tired anyways."
"Alright then, wanna go for chips?" He suggested. I could tell he was a bit anoyed because of the way his fists were balled up in the pockets of his baggy grey hoody.
"Yeah whatever." I said, my tone was uncaring as always, numb. I walked with my mate down the streets of London, my baggy track suit blowing about in the wind.
We sat there for about ten minutes, on the windowstill outside the chipper.
"Reckon we'll get in trouble then?" I asked. It felt good being full after I hadn't eaten in ages.
"Yeah probably, who cares anyway? You only live once mate." He said, his mouth full as he chucked his empty bag in a bin on the street. Sometimes he said some pretty inspiring stuff.
_______________
I sat in class the next day, knowing all the usual things our teacher would say to me. Waste of space, why do you come to school? etc. I didn't care about them losers anyway.
After I had recieved my daily lecture, a girl walked in. I had never noticed her before. She was getting in trouble for something. As I listened, I could hear that she was getting in trouble for spray painting graffiti in the girls bathrooms. She had gotten detention, as had I.
She walked out after class, her long light brown hair past her elbows. She dropped some books on the way out.
"Dose Sam, I 'ain't helping you with those though." Another girl said.
"Oh whatever you stupid prat come here and say it to my face I dare ya!" The girl said. Man she had attitude alright. She walked out of school, wearing combat pants, converse and a brown bag that swung by her side.
______________
I sat in detention, staring at the clock. Time was going nowhere. Suddenly the door opened. I seen a familiar face. It took me a minute or two to figure out it was the girl from yesterday. She'd been late and she was now getting in trouble once again.
"Where were you?" A teacher demanded angrily.
"I had stuff to do." She replied calmly. She looked as if she'd been crying.
"What stuff might that be?"
"Just stuff, that is none of your business alright?" The girl snapped.
"If you were late to detention, what you were up to is very much my business. Have you been crying?"
"What is this counseling? You a counselor are you? Didn't think so. I am not tellin' you nothing so why don't you keep your nosy questions for someone who will answer?" The girl flicked back her long brown hair and stared the teacher straight in the eyes.
"Just sit down Samantha." The teacher sighed, looking over her round glasses.
"Its Sam." The girl corrected. But, she threw her brown bag onto the floor and sat in one of the miserable grey school desks.
There were only the two of us in detention today. I was used to being the only one in there. A lot of the peeple at the school were kiss ups.
We pretended to be studying for a while, at least, until the teacher spoke up.
"I have to go out for five minutes and I better not hear a sound."
"Yes, your majesty!" Sam said with false enthusiasm, and a whole lot of sarcasm.
After the teacher had left the mostly empty class room, I looked up and worked up the nerve to speak to the rebellious girl.
"She doin' your head in then?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I want to pound her face in." She said.
"What exactly are you in here for?" I asked her curiously.
"Some girl grafitied the girl's bathrooms and blamed it on me. The little cow!" Sam said. Her brown eyes were red from, I supposed, tears.
I wondered why somebody would do that to her? I know she probably had an attitude problem, as had I, but she didn't seem to be the type to get into fights for no reason.
"Why? That isn't fair." I said, I wasn't a cheerful person but I wanted to cheer her up. She seemed sort of cool.
"Life 'ain't fare mate, not one bit." She said. She then stared down at her book, eyes tearing up. It filled me with curiosity over a girl I may never end up speaking to again.
________________
I woke up early Saturday morning, wanting to get out of the kip. I got dressed and headed out the door, with my iPod turned up loud.
I walked around London, thinking. It was a good place to think. I kicked a stone for about five minutes. Pointless, but then again wasn't everything? My old trainers were getting even more worn.
Just as I stepped around a corner, a girl, looking very panicked, tripped and I caught her before she fell. Of course, it was Sam. I wondered what was up with her.
"Sorry." She breathed. Her voice sounded thick.
"'S'alright," I said. "Are you OK?"
"Uh, to be honest mate no I'm not." She said, flustered. Her hands were shaking.
"I may not know you well but, I do know what feeling crap is like. Wanna tell me what's up?" I asked. What was the harm? I pitied the girl. I didn't know why, but I did.
She quickly looked around her before facing me properly.
"Could you walk with me please?" She asked as if needing protection from somebody.
"Yeah, course." I said
We walked around for a bit, not really speaking much. She finally talked to me after a while.
"Sorry about this. I interrupted your plans just because I needed protection from someone. . ." She said genuinely.
"No problem, I didn't have any plans. I wasn't really doing anything. What exactly did you need protection from?" I asked. I tried to make my voice sound comforting, but I didn't know if it worked.
I saw a man running across the street towards us, suddenly Sam grabbed me and we ran.
____________________
Should I write more? I know it needs revising and all, it was written quickly.
Gender:
Points: 113
Reviews: 121