My Lucky Charm

Chapter 1-Moving: It's not that I hate moving, it's just how many times I moved already, I never had a stable house. My parent gave me away at birth, they simply didn't bother with me, simply left me at the doorstep of a church. From what I found out they weren't even religious people, they just didn't want a child. I grew up in foster homes, I have so many stories to tell about these houses that are just ridiculous. The name is Alex, Alexander Smith, or so I'm called, I'm a kid of the system, another burden on the American system. Today is the day that I was expecting to come, although it came a little too late, I'm moving homes again, the reason, my foster dad had beat me black and blue. Yeah, that's not fun at all, I'm okay now, the bruises have faded away, it's just in my nightmares and head that hurt, but I'm okay I'm always okay, even when I'm not. I sat outside waiting for Thereza my caseworker to come and get me yet again, she's not a mother Thereza but she's not bad. She'll even buy me Macdonalds on our way to my newest home. I'm sixteen now, almost seventeen, one and a half year and I'll be free, I still have one year to spend in high school and it'll be over. From my moving around I learned how to defend myself, I'm not someone to take hits, believe I'll fight back, true I'm underweight and a bit on the short side but I will fight. I lose most times but it's the idea that counts, my new home were in another part of the country, I'm being sent to a more rich area. I did get my chicken nuggets on the way and even took a nap before we made it to the house, it wasn't your usual foster house, it was more like a group home for kids that got too old to be adopted, kids like me. I got out of the car and got my duffle bag, it got all my belonging, Thereza had a talk with the house owner and gave them a briefing about me and my situation. We all moved to MR. and Mrs. William's office to have a brief talking. "Here's the thing Alex you are smart," Thereza says and I nod. I know I'm smart I always made sure to pay attention in classes so I can get a better future, she kept going about public schools and whatnot. "This school is different Alex, it's expensive too," Thereza says. "You will be in on a scholarship, the principal thinks you've got what it takes to be in," Thereza says. "Fine" I reply, what they expect from me? A hug? "You'll start school tomorrow, good luck Alexander," Thereza says before leaving. I had to share a room with two other boys, it's to be expected in foster homes, no one gets their own room, no privacy, just the usual. Dinner was okay, I got managed to get some food, if you weren't there first then you can sleep hungry, it's the unspoken rule of food around here. It was all okay and easygoing until later that evening Mr. and Mrs. Williams went up to their room for some private time and one of the older kids wanted to show me who's the boss here. "You're in my seat," The guy says, he's twice my size, his nose had been broken one too many time. "I don't think your name on it," I say with sass, I don't give up, not easily. "Move" He sneers at me but I stay put. We shared a look between us, his brown eyes into my green ones, I was so winning the staring contest until he landed the first hit, straight on the jaw. I fell backward with the seat, I jumped up and went to hit back, damn me being short, I could only reach his shoulder, my fist made contact with his sternum and it must hurt him more than it hurt me, right? Before he had time for redemption Mr. Williams was there to separate us, we were both sent to bed early that night. I think I might have broken my fingers but I'll survive. I took a quick cold shower and got into my pajamas, it's cold around here, they don't bother turning on the heat. I moved to under the blankets but they weren't enough to keep me warm, I curled on my self like a cat trying to hold on to any kind of warmth. Sleeping in a new bed is always hard on me, I never fall asleep, I never enjoy the first night in a new home that's only temporary, again. I only slept for about an hour, maybe less, my eyes were fully red, I had bags under my eyes, and the hit on my jaw was bruising blue, great. This new school got a uniform, well it saves me time to choose clothes between my three Tshirt and two hoodies. The uniform is simple, khaki pants, white shirts, and a black sweater with the school logo stitched on it. At least the uniform offer some warmth, it wasn't even that cold, but my body wasn't made to be cold-proof. I wasn't fast enough for breakfast today and it's okay, I had to catch the bus to my new school, it looked nothing like my old public schools. Everyone around here had new cars, everyone seemed to come from some kind of a rich family. Walking in I knew I don't belong here, even if I'm wearing the same uniform as everyone else I knew I looked different. Chapter 2-School. I took a deep breath and went to the office to get my schedule, people looked at me weird. My shoes weren't as shinny as theirs, my hair wasn't styled like theirs either, my blond hair was on the messy side. "What happened to your face" a girl who works in the office asked the second she saw me, ohh maybe that's why everyone is looking at me. "Got into a fight back home" I tell her with a shrug. "Ohh poor baby" she replies touching my swollen jaw, making me take a step back. "Sorry Sorry, force of habit" she says catching her self. "Name please" she says. "Alexander Smith" I reply. She clicked a bit on her computer and gave me my schedule, it was pretty standard. I had all the regular math, science, biology...But one class standed the most, it was called "know yourself". Weird, I went to my locker and put my stuff away. My first class was English, simple, easy, only if I could find the damn class first. I kept walking in the hallways searching for the class but to no use, how can I not find a class. What kind of bullshit is this school, on my third wrong turn I saw a girl in the same school uniform but she had heels on for shoes. "Are you lost little one?" she asks me. I know I'm short but no need to rub it in my face. I told her I'm searching for the stupid English class. "Ohh it's on the other side of school, come on I'll take you there" she said offering me her hand. Well this is really weird, I took her hand with hesitant but she was true to her word, English was on the other side of the school. She knocked the door making the teacher pause. "Something I can help you with Miss Tasha?" the teacher ask her. "No sir, just dropping this little guy, he got lost" she says giving me a push forward. I walked in the class not really appreciating the nickname. English was easy, once I made it there it's really simple. My next few classes weren't that hard to find, until I had the "Know yourself" class, I was really curious to know what the hell this is about. I was still searching for the class when I saw the same girl from before, Tasha. "Lost again?" she asks and I give her an annoyed look. "No I'm just looking for my next class" I lie "Come on I can drop you off what do you have next?" she asks in a voice that's too sweet to say no to. "A class called know yourself" I mumble. "Of course you are, come on" she take my hand again and walk me to the class. Even the door was different from the rest of the school, it was yellow, it was decorated. I walked in with tasha and saw that it's double the size of the regular classes. "Good luck" Tasha said before leaving me inside. I took a random seat and waited for the class to begin. A teacher walked in, he was tall, muscular and overall scary looking. "Welcome class the name is Mr. Peter" he said writing his name on the board. "Welcome new students, as the name of our class indicates we're here to know ourselves better, who are we? What do we want in life?" he starts. "Some are just people passing by, some of us have special needs, and others they are here to satisfy these needs" okay, talk about awkward. "I want everyone of you to introduce your self in a simple word describing their character" he said and so it started. The answers were variant between students, overall we were just twelve student in this class. Posessive, needy, clingy, lost, dominant, playboy, stubborn, brat, sweet, shy, cute. Then it was my turn, I stood up and was about to describe my self, well I'm not someone to step down, I'll fight even if I loose, I'm touch deprived, I'm tender but I have a hard shell. "I'm...I'm...I'm me" I told the teacher. Every head in the class turned to me while the teacher just noded his head. "Excellent answer, now in this class we'll find what you're made from" he continues. This was weird on so many levels, next he made us take a very random personality quiz, like the one you do online and find out which celebrity you would marry. Finally after the overly weird class I went for lunch, food. The good thing about being in a school for the rich people must be the food, it smelled a hundred times better then the one back in the public schools. I got so excited until I noticed something, you have to pay for it with a card. I didn't have a card or money to buy one, meaning I was going to stay hungry. Feeling very disappointed, I walked out of the cafeteria and went to sit outside. I saw the football team practicing, well at least I'll have an entertainment until lunch for the others is over. Chapter 3-Flu. The rest the day passed quickly and quietly. Back at home I didn't have much more fight, except for that one, we're not talking about it or how my rib is hurting like hell. The night were still cold, even when i tried to wrap myself with the blanket few times, I was still cold. The other kids made fun of me for going to the rich people school, we might live in a better looking area but they all go to public schools. Mr. Peter gave us our personality test back, the feedback wasn't I'm going to marry Rihanna, it was throwing three people out of the class, they didn't have qualification for what the class offered. And seem like I do? The nine of us that were left had bracelets given to us, some were blue and others black. I had a light blue one, another boy had a green one while the rest were black. We were asked to wear them all the time, no explanation just have them on you, even outside of school. The bracelet, band, call it what you want had the school logo on it again, as if I needed more amo for the other kids to make fun of me. I kept it hidden in my sweater, for some reason I didn't take it off, too afraid I'll be kicked out of this school. Even with all the strange class and me not belonging here they offered me the best chance into getting to college. If anything, I'm smart, at lunch I just started to have the habit of watching the football team. All of them were ripped, giants looking, and hot AF. I had a crush on just, all of them, the captain who's name I learned to be Emilio, he's just something else. I also knew they are all seniors, they have different lunch hour, that's fine by me since i get to watch a free show. From a quick Google search I learned the school football team is going pro, the whole team, hand picked for a future football team, hence all the exceptions. Today they were running laps, the coach definitely didn't take it easy on them. After that he made them run up and down the bleachers, they had to pass by me on their way up and down. And man was that a special treat , the guys ran up and down, I sneezed couple times and had to wipe my nose with my sweater arm, okay not the best hygiene. The guy passing by me stopped for a minute when he heard the sneeze, he looked at me and saw the blue band.