Ms. Perfect meets Mr. Nobody

"Niall, sweetheart?!" Mrs. McCarrey calls for me from downstairs. Why does she always call me sweetheart? She's gonna be upset when my dad wants me back. She really is. I stand up from my guitar and walk downstairs.

"What?" I say too rudely. She was preparing dinner for us in the kitchen.

"A few kids from the foster care you went to are going to be moving in soon so would you please clear the bottom bunk for one of the boys?" Her voice was so soft and caring. Disgusting. I roll my eyes and go back upstairs. The last thing I want is to share a room with some snotty foster kid.

I threw everything I could on the bottom bunch and climb to the top. He can sleep on the floor. That's where the dogs are, anyways. I pull out a magazine and look through it. I don't feel like doing homework. Ever. I didn't feel like even thinking about Delilah either.

My door creaks open just the slightest. A boy about 13 pushes it open a little further. He had black skinny jeans and a blue flannel over a white shirt. He had blonde hair and... is that a fringe?

"Sorry, kid. Bed's taken. Guess you've gotta sleep on the floor." I don't even look up from my magazine as the boy walks in. He sets down his book bag slowly on the floor and takes a seat.

"I-I'm Luke." He says in a shy voice. He should know that being shy in foster care leads to a real beating from the bigger kids. I turn the page quickly.

"Niall." And there was silence again. He sat awkwardly and he'd just stare at nothing in particular.

"Why are you here?" Luke tries to make small talk. I fold my magazine and set it down, sitting up to look at the boy on the floor.

"Listen here, kid. My dad is coming back for me. I know he is. I'm only here temporarily. Don't get comfortable." I snapped. The kid looked up at me for a split second before shooting his head down. He was one of the shy ones alright.

"I-I'm sorry." He mumbled. I roll my eyes and lay back down. He knew not to talk now. Mrs. McCarrey comes in 20 minutes later.

"Hey boys." Nor Luke or I say anything to her. She sighs and walks over to the bunk bed.

"Really, Niall? You can't let Luke sleep on the floor."

"Can and will. That's where the dogs sleep." I say with a smirk. She gasps and glares at me.

"Niall! How rude!" I chuckle and put my magazine down on my bed.

"Please, Mrs. McCarrey. I don't give a rat's ass if I hurt this kid's feelings. I don't give a rat's ass if you make me change homes. I hate this school. I hate this house. I hate my life. Now get this thing out of my room or I will voluntarily throw his stuff out the window." I threaten. Mrs. McCarrey holds Luke's hand but he yanks away from her, stepping away. Doesn't like to be touched I see.

"Lucas is going no where, Niall. You will just have to get used to his company. Make a new friend for once." She seemed mad but her face showed softness. Made me sick. I laugh darkly and look at Luke.

"I don't need it, Mrs. McCarthy." I hop off my bunk and leave the room. Why did I have to share my room with him? I don't need friends anyways. I'm going home soon so what's the point?

Notes

~Chelsea :) :) :) :)