Picture is Riley
A little warning--my fetus-self began this book, so there's A LOT of cringeworthy scenes, dialogues, and some very immature characters so...I shall tell you to proceed with caution if you must.
WILL GO UNDER SERIOUS EDITING IN THE NEAR FUTURE (HOPEFULLY)...
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"Linny, Linny! Wake up!" screamed a very high pitched and annoying voice in my ear.
"Go away, I'm tired." I let out a loud frustrated groan.
"No Linny, you have to get up! I wanna go to the park now!" The voice stated.
I was so completely deprived of sleep that I couldn't decipher whose voice was making my eardrums bleed.
"C'mon Linney...."
I lifted my head from my flat, dark blue pillow and twisted myself to the side so I could see what was going on. But of course, my light brown, long, wavy hair was scattered all over my face.
Curse you hair....
Suddenly, I felt my bed dip from the end, where my feet were rested, and there was a heavy weight that landed on my back, knocking out all the air from my lungs.
I was guessing that was Riley. He could get violent when things didn't go his way. Plus, his voice registered into my brain while I tried to move in bed, and tried to rid the sleep from my eyes.
"I said wake up Lina!" He better stop screaming or I'm going to suffer from some excruciating pain.
I sat up straight and felt the world disorientate around me. I grabbed my skull with my right hand and fluttered my eyes open.
There sat a smug looking Riley, happy to see that he had successfully awoken me with his abusive wake up call.
"Lina! Get down here! I'm not keeping you in this orphanage, just so you can stay cooped up in your room for the whole day!"
Riley turned towards me. "Sometimes,
I really wish I could strangle Ms. Doth when she yells in the morning."
I let out a small chuckle. "Well aren't you a violent one. Come on, we wouldn't want her to wake up the neighbourhood along with the dead, now would we?"
Riley shook his head and his dark chocolate hair flopped onto his forehead. I took his small, soft hand in mine, leapt out of the squeaky bed and led him out of my room.
We walked down the long, darkened hallway, towards the stairs. The windows were covered by the long black curtains that were draped against them, and prevented the sunlight from seeping in.
I stopped by a window on one side of the hall, while Riley let go of my hand to walk to the other window. We both pulled the curtains back in unison and allowed the light to make its way in.
I heard the sound of little feet running towards me and once I turned around, the little kids in the orphanage ran right pass me. One of them took Riley along the way and down the stairs, which left me stranded in front of the window.
A door immediately opened from the opposite side and out emerged a boy with disheveled brown hair. He had his eyes squinted because of the brightness. Once recovered from his new surroundings, he took notice of me and I waved.
He smiled, strode towards me and enveloped me in a hug. And not just any hug, but his very familiar big bone-crushing hugs that I had trouble breathing from.
I put some distance between us and looked in his emerald green eyes.
I cocked an eyebrow. "Eran, you know I'm not the biggest fan of your extremely irritating hugs, right?"
He replied with a devious smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. "Yup. I do. but what can I say? It looked like you needed one, and it's fun annoying you."
I frowned back at him.
"How'd you sleep today? I'm guessing from the dark circles underneath your eyes, not well, and the person responsible for your lack of rest would be... Riley?"
"Well, you guessed absolutely right, because it seems as if I'd fall any given second." I rubbed at my eyes and let out loud, howling yawn.
"Wait, how'd you know?"
He let out a small chuckle and explained. "Since I've known you for like, what? Five or six years, and we're best friends, I think I should be able to know exactly what's wrong with you at any point really."
I let out a huff. "Sometimes Eran, I honestly regret having to know you. Your presence is like a severe allergy."
He crossed his arms over his small, but well toned chest. "Oh really? Then how come I can't see any reactions you've had in my presence, except, of course, your undeniable attraction to my handsome physique and charming personality?"
I groaned in annoyance and grumbled in reply. "Your so irritating. Even though Riley's a little devil and can be mischievous at times, I still love him more than you, even though he sure knows how to make someone who's lived with him for over 2 years go nuts."
I turned around and started to walk down the hall and towards the stairs. I saw a glimpse of Eran's feigned look of hurt, but paid no attention to it.
I was freakin hungry and
Ms. Doth was probably an angry shade
of red because of my absence in the kitchen downstairs, where I should've been cooking breakfast for the kids instead of wasting my time talking to Eran.
I made my way down the stairs only to be engulfed in absolute chaos.
The kids were running around everywhere with blankets and teddy bears trailing behind them. Some were already in their seats in the dining area but the rest where scattered all over the living room and kitchen.
I dodged some of the kids and entered into the kitchen to see Ms. Doth yelling at a little 5 year old who was apparently asking for water.
Now, I'm not even that harsh. I might be a cold person, but when it comes to kids, I'm a real softie.
I took hold of Ms. Doth's arm and pulled her away from the little girl named Shaylene.
Ms. Doth stared wide eyed at me, like I was some sort of lunatic, but I ignored her and took out a glass from the cabinet and placed it under the tap. Once the glass was filled with with fresh cold water, I gave it to Shaylene.
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes that were covered a bit by her dirty blond bangs that ran across her forehead.
"Thank you Lina." She took the glass, finished the substance and gave the glass back to me.
I put the glass on the counter. "Your welcome." I smiled at the little girl.
I took the glass and placed it on the counter. I could feel Ms. Doth's infuriating glare which was starting to make me uncomfortable, so I turned in her direction.
Ms. Doth was like the cliché old, mean stepmother, with her tightly tied up bun, fatness and, of course, the big, plump, black wart that was stuck to the side of her nose. I could even see a tiny moustache she was growing. I really hope she wasn't doing it intentionally...
"Lina Marie Carson! You were to be down here 30 minutes ago! Where exactly were you off galavanting?Hmm?"
I cocked my head to the side. Ready to give her a peice of my mind. "Well, I would answer your question, but I just don't feel like it. Besides, aren't you the owner of this orphanage? Isn't it your responsibility to be taking care of us?"
I know I shouldn't be playing fire with fire, but she's really being a pain in the a**.
She looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"That's it! Your on grocery duty and cleaning duty and all the other duties that are to be done in this house! I want your filthy self out! Go to store and grab me these!"
The kids started giggling from her choice of words. The fact that she mentioned 'duty' in her rant, had riled the kids in a fit of laughter. of course it made her even angrier.
She ripped a piece of paper from a notepad on the fridge that contained the supplies needed for the house, and shoved it to my chest.
She pointed to the door and yelled in my face.
"Get out! I want you gone right this instant. You are not to return until you've got every d*mn thing on that list! Am I clear?"
I took my shirts' sleeve and wiped off the slimy spit Ms. Doth had spread all over my face.
"Gladly. There's nothing more that I want right now than to evacuate from your disturbing presence. Thank you very much for this amazing opportunity."
I turned on my heels and stomped out of the kitchen that was connected to the dining area where all the kids were seated. No one dared to make a noise. Eran was standing on the bottom of the staircase, watching the whole scene play.
I took my coat off the hook and placed my feet in my black beaten-up
Airwalks. Once I opened the door, I made sure to slam it shut with full force.
I made my way down the concrete steps of the house and onto the sidewalk.
Good thing it wasn't that cold, 'cause I had a long way to go and a lot of time to blow off some steam.
