My Family

"Whatever... he isn't important," I say, grabbing Sophie's unopened milk, and holding it to my forehead. Why did I smack it so hard? First I almost die tripping over a crack, then a turtle bites my finger as I'm letting it go, and now Sean, and my head! Sophie takes her milk away, and the pain slowly disintegrates. "Anyways... your summers sound unbelievably fun." I begin changing the subject. They hop into a huge discussion about how to get me out of my house. The bell goes off, and I head to my study hall. I have no homework, only a free reading book. Which I'm almost done with, I'm partly sure I'm the only sophomore who still reads. I'm also the only sophomore who isn't 16 yet. Friday, so on the last day of school I'll be 16. Doesn't that sound awesome? Being the last day of school, a big party that night, and turning 16! No. I'm mean sure turning 16 is big, I'll get my permit... maybe if Harris lets me.... and I can get emancipated. Meaning I can leave this place. "Lyra... you coming to my party Friday?" Tatum asks sitting next to me, oh it's this study hall. Tatum throws all the parties but isn't actually in any sports. He just throws awesome parties, and he's been major crushing on me since last year when Harris let me come to school. Don't get me wrong I'm crushing back, his dark brown hair and blue eyes, he has a skinny figure and is one hell of a runner... meaning he has great legs! ...But Harris would probably murder him... that's not a very good first date. Having your foster dad murder your date, but that's where it's confusing... he is a foster dad. Not a real dad. "I don't know. You know Harris, probably won't let me out of the house."I sigh, and he leans forward in his chair. Frustrated, he rubs his eyes. "Tatum... I'm sorry....but you know-" "Sean will be there. Have Sean bring you!" He says, getting a look from the study hall teacher for his outburst. "I can talk to Sean." He whispers. "If you convince Sean to let me go. Without a price, then I'll be there." I smile, and he leans back pride shining off him. We play hangman, and tick-tack-toe the rest of the study hall. Also chatting about summer plans. Once the bell rings again, I only have two classes left. I turn in my textbooks, in English and Spanish. Then I head home, also walking again, I don't want to talk to Sean about a ride. I still beat him home, and happily, I go right into my room. Throwing on my headphones, and blaring the music I sit on my bed staring out the window. A boy is standing outside, on the sidewalk, staring through my window right at me! I get up and look closer, no one is there! No boy?! I understand, I swear he was there. Blonde curly hair, brown eyes, really skinny figure. He wasn't from school, I would've recognized him. He wasn't real! He isn't there now, must've been me daydreaming. Later that night I head to the kitchen, I don't eat super with Harris and Sean. I hate it. Sean is always inappropriate, and Harris is all ... well overprotective foster dad. Grabbing a banana and a Root beer, I head back to my room. Sean stops me. "Banana for super? You in the mood tonight?" He asks reaching to wrap an arm around me. I slide back, and he chuckles. "You know I can't touch... Harris would kill me." I sigh, I always forget that. "No matter how much I want to." He adds quickly. "Your lips are already spoken for though." He whispers, grumpily then walks off. I turn watching him go. I don't think I was supposed to hear that. My lips are already spoken for? Okay then. Maybe it's his new way of flirting with me. He's been trying a bunch of different techniques lately. Not wanting a banana anymore I set it down on the table, grabbed a lunch all from the fridge, and finally made it back to my room. Pressing play on my tv as I walk by it, The Golden Compass starts playing. It's my favorite movie, I think/hope my parents read the books and fell in love with the name Lyra. Since it is my name. I lay my head down on my pillow, once I finish brushing my teeth, and I feel how tired I am. Not just physically but mentally. I just I'm not on top of it anymore. I have never been during the last couple of weeks of school.