Ryann Solars // Female // 17 // Tags: Max Christleb
Max.
She nodded, getting up from the bed and heading to the door, her hand around the knob as she pulled it open, looking into the hallway. She looked back at Max again, before slipping out of the room and gently shutting the door.
1st person pov
I need alone time, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be some kid who begs for a home
and so I decided, I'd spend another day here, if I didn't like it, I'd run away..
I trailed down the hallway, not knowing if anyone was following, but also not caring, as I looked around the large house. I finally found what looked like the kitchen, before stepping foot into the room for food a lady spoke up. "what are you doing in there?" she asked rather loudly, the lady looked as if in her mid fifties, a mean look to her face as she scoffed. "you're not supposed to be in here until we call you kids down" she hissed rudely, coming towards me, I froze up. My fists curled but I stayed still, not wanting to throw any punches because I'd be sent away, so instead I stood, waiting for her further response, I hadn't eaten in three days, and I'd been so hungry, so I slipped around her and grabbed an apple out of the fridge. I heard her approaching steps as I winced, back still towards her, hoping she'd go away, or that someone would come to help the situation, who knows what this foster home does to people, who knows what she'll do to me because knowing me, my words were unspoken, and I hoped someone could show up to resolve this, I didn't want to get violent so soon, and I also didn't want to get lectured..
so all I could do was hope..
I usually don't believe in hope,but right now.. I need it