“Brandon!” I call. “Just follow my voice love.” he says sweetly. My cinta I miss his light brown hair and slightly tan skin. “I’ve finally found you!” I berkata happily. “Now my love…” he kissed me I missed him so much, then something sharp cut my neck.[i/] Then I woke with a start “who in the world’s Brandon?” I ask myself. I sat up on my tempat tidur looked at my clock it was 4:37 ugh three hours till school. I took a warm mandi, shower dried my hair. That left me with two hours till school. Finally sleep found me again. [i]“Kura! Find a man named Charlie well this would be his grand son really but anyway oops anda have to wake up bye.” a girl with jet black hair and pale skin said. “Wake up Kura and this time eat before anda go to school.” my foster mom Lacey said. “Ok Lacey what are we having?” I wondered because she’s not really the best cook that’s why I always cook. “Pancakes!” she berkata excided then she saw my face. “Oh come on this isn’t like last time.” I sighed in relief. She was like an older sister rather then a mom. I looked out my window and wondered were my mom is. Then there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” lacey asked. “Dave” ugh I hate that man. To me he was a weird Italian man with brown greasy hair in bad clothes. “Kura let him in please.” she said. I sighed and berkata “fine”. When he came anda were lucky to even get one pancake. “How’s the emo- I mean um how are you?” he berkata when he saw me in my normal black kemeja and pants. “Fine. And I’m not emo” I said. I turned away almost smacking him with my long black hair. I ate my pancake in silence I was thankful when I was 7:30. “Bye lacey I might be halaman awal late I’m going to the book store after school.” I berkata in a rush. “Ok but be halaman awal by-” she berkata slowly. “I know I know 11” I berkata in a rush. I grabbed my paint splattered back pack and midnight blue jacket. I made it to class just as the bel, bell rang. I sat near the window so I can look at the storm clouds that were here most of the time. “We have a new student um what’s your name?” my confused teacher Mrs. Burner asked. “It’s Evan. Evan Garcia.” he berkata I heard all the girls swoon even the ones with the “cutest” boys on campus. He wasn’t that handsome he had dark brown hair almost black zaitun green eyes I wonder why every girl was near drooling over him to me he looked normal. But I was different I had 2 friends Esmeralda and Tristan everyone accused us of dating atau Esmeralda and him. I got annoying but now people don’t really notice us (for us that were a good thing). The talk at lunch was about Evan the girls talked about how cute he was the boys talked about how much they hated him. When we walked in everyone looked up it was vary weird. Then we moved they still had their eyes on us. We had grown since 6th grade but still. About two menit later I was never so glad to see Evan. Their eyes moved to him. He walked up to us after we sat down. I was hopping he’d pass us but I of course was wrong. “Can I sit here I think I lebih then welcome with the girls but not with the boys.” he said. Esmeralda had a huge grin on her face. I could tell that Tristan didn’t like it but nether did I. and was always the nice one I tried not to talk “ok” I blurted. I clamped my hand over my mouth. Esmeralda looked at me with grateful eyes Tristan hated me. I turned to him and mouthed the words sorry. He just shrugged that let me know I was forgiven. “So um do anda guys sit here everyday?” Evan asked. “Yes” Tristan said. Then I decided I wasn’t hungry after I ate my apple. Tristan followed me Esmeralda stayed. Three hours of school passed then it was time to go. I went to my old Doge Dakota. I tried to start it. It didn’t start. Come on!! It’s only I think six years old!!! I thought. There was a knock on my window that startled me. I looked to see who it was it was of course Evan. I rolled down the window “yes?” I asked hatefully. “Do anda need a ride?” he berkata sweetly. Suddenly I thought he was part of the reason my truck wasn’t working. “Fine” I berkata then I got out. He took me to a shiny new F.250. I was too short to get in he helped me in. “where do anda live?” he berkata casually. “Four miles past the end of the river” I said. He asked me pertanyaan about my life the whole time then he stopped when we were at my house. “Um thanks for the ride.” I said. I tried to get out then I remembered I was too small. “Do anda need help?” he asked. “That would be helpful.” I said. He got out and helped me down. “Thanks again” I said. “No problem will anda need a ride tomorrow?” he asked hopping I would say yes. “No but thanks I can use my mom’s car.” I said. His face kind of dropped he took a piece of paper from his truck he got a pen. “Here in case anda need me tomorrow” he berkata as he handed me the piece of paper. I got to the door of my house he drove away when it opened. “Oh my gosh tell me everything!!!” my foster mom shouted at me. “I will if anda stop that.”/