What are the Odds

"What are you doing!?" I, Skylar Coon, shouted at my Mother.
"Get out." She replied. She threw me my purple duffle bag with all my clothes, my phone, and journal. Then she threw my purse to me too.
"Why are you doing this?" I wispered, tears streaming down my face.
"Your adopted." Was the last thing she said to me before handing me a piece of paper with an adress on it. I was adopted?

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WHAT ARE THE ODDS

 

Skylar’s POV   (Btw, its 8:20pm)

"What are you doing!?" I, Skylar Coon, shouted at my Mother.

"Get out." She replied. She threw me my purple duffle bag with all my clothes, my phone, and journal. Then she threw my purse to me too.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

"You’re adopted." Was the last thing she said to me before handing me a piece of paper with an address on it. I was adopted? So all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, were all, fake family members? But all of the things I’ve done with them! What am I going to do now! I’m only 17! I stood there frozen for a moment, and then my “mother” got mad and shoved me out the door.

“Don’t even think about coming back!” She yelled as I stumbled out the door, almost falling onto the concrete. Finally the news sunk in, and I didn’t like it. I ran from the house as the tears started falling from my eyes. I have nowhere to go. This can’t be happening to me. Why me? Why did she snap like that? My vision slurred together as more and more tears streamed down my face. Now I can only see shapes. Why does it matter anyway? I brought my arm up to wipe my eyes but when I brought them down I saw a shape coming right at me. I was to slow to stop so I crashed right into it, lucky for me it wasn’t a car. It was a man, when I crashed into him he caught me in his arms. I couldn’t take it anymore, my legs buckled underneath me; I would have fallen to the ground if the man didn’t still have his arms around me. I brought my hands up to my face and sobbed.

“Shh, it’s ok, everything will be ok.” The man cooed. He pulled me into a hug and let me cry into his chest. He rubbed circles in my back. He calmed me down, I could see well again and I looked up at the man, he had curly brown hair and beautiful emerald eyes. He had a worried expression on his face, you could tell he was sincere because of his eyes, there was just something about them that made you believe him.

“Are you ok?” The man asked. I sniffled.

“No.” You said I wiped my eyes again.

“Well do you have anywhere to go?” He asked. I looked down and shook my head no.

“No I, I don’t.” I said.

“Well, you can come and stay at my house if you want.” He said, I nodded my head yes.

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Positive.” He replied with a cheeky smile. “I didn’t quite catch your name.” He said showing off his dimples.

“It’s Skylar, Skylar Coon.” You said shyly, “And you are?”

“I’m Harry Styles.”

  

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