Behind The Scenes

Em is that foster kid that moves from house to house. She's labeled as one of those troubled teens and moves around a lot. But when she moves to a new school and falls in love with Simon, she might just have to leave him behind.


6. Secret spot

I pulled my hood tighter around my head as I walked down the hall. I didn't want anyone to see the blue and green bruise I had on my face. I didn't think it would be that bad but when I woke up this morning it was green and blue and purple. So far only one kid had noticed, besides the other foster kids, and I just told the kid that I ran into a pole. I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me but I didn't really care. I threw my backpack in my locker and started walking towards the door. I didn't feel like going to stage crew. I didn't want all of them asking questions, and I knew they would. I reached the door right before someone reached out and grabbed my shoulder. I spun around ready to kill whoever touched me. After living in California and having a few people hate you, you learn some self-defense. Anyways, I spun around and stopped my self right before I punched Simon. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I said as I quickly dropped my fist to my side. "I didn't mean to," Simon only laughed.

"No no, it was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you," he apologized. "So where ya heading? Not coming to stage crew?" he asked. 

"Um no, I'm not feeling too good, I was just going to go home," I lied. 

"Oh well do you need a ride?" Simon offered. 

"No I was just going to walk home, thanks though," I said as I started walking out the door but Simon stopped me again. 

"Em whats wrong? Your acting wierd and your wearing your hood," Simon pointed out. "I want to know whats wrong," he said as he pulled off my hood. He gasped when he saw the ugly mark on my face. "Who did this to you?" he demanded. 

"I, I just ran into a pole yesterday when you dropped me off," I lied. I hated lying to him. He was one of my only friends. 

"You relize your really bad at lying?" he said. "Now tell me whats really wrong. I promise I won't tell anyone," Simon said. I sighed. 

"Fine, but I don't want to talk here."

"Thats fine, I know a secret spot. I'll drive us there," Simon said as he grabbed my hand and we walked towards the parking lot. 

About 5 minutes later, Simon stopped the car and got out. We were at a gravel parking lot and through some trees I could see some water. Simon led me down some rock steps and towards the lake that stood before us. It was a really small lake but really beautiful. A small dock rose and fell with the water. On the other side I could see some ducks playing. Simon led me past the lake and into some trees. We stopped when a small old little play-set appeared. 

"I used to come her all the time when I was younger to play. Now I come here to just think. Not a whole lot of people know about this place. This is my secret spot," Simon explained as he climbed a ladder and sat down on the little bridge.

I sat down next to him and started telling him my whole story. About how my dad left when I was born and my mom died when I was 7. Moving from foster home to foster home. No one wanted me because I was too "disobedient". And blah blah blah. When I was done Simon took my hand and held it. 

"So Ms Nash did this to you because you weren't home on time?" he asked I nodded. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," I apologized. 

"Simon its not your fault. You didn't know and I don't care," I said. "I've been beaten a lot more than what Ms Nash did last night. Being a foster kid you learn to accept pain," I explained. "Just don't feel bad for me, I hate that," I said. Simon nodded. 

"Alright," Simon said. He was still holding my hand and as the wind picked up I scooted closer to him. Then, I just laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me.



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