A New Perspective

~Aaron McLaughlin Fan-Fiction~ A 17 year-old girl finds herself stuck and not knowing where to go. She just got into a foster home with eight other foster kids, her being the oldest is given all the responsibility, and soon finds herself overwhelmed and wanting a escape. She one day finds herself wandering the streets and a boy seems to catch her eye. He decides to talk to her and soon have a mural agreement in feelings... But along with feelings of loves comes with sadness and things of the past.


5. 1,2,3

Chapter Five-- 1,2,3

~Angelica's POV~

Aaron has been asking about the bruises non-stop...

I've never had someone worry THIS much about me.

He won't let me leave without him beside me knowing that I was getting hurt every time I left. I need to start leaving though... I can't stay here forever.

Aaron and I take a walk.

The cold wind bites my nose making me wish I hadn't had been such an idiot. I should've grabbed a coat.

Aaron sees me shivering and gives me his coat. I don't refuse it's something to warm my freezing body.

"Aaron, you should stay warm too." I say.

"Yeah, and you should tell me what happened to you so I guess we both don't do things we should do." Aaron snaps at me.

I bite my lip... I shouldn't feel this guilty but it fills me ever so quickly.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble.

"You shouldn't have to be sorry!" He yells. He stops walking and looks at me, "Why won't you just tell me?" He asks.

I can't look him in the eye.

"Because..." I mumble.

He rolls his eyes and starts to run away.

"Where are you going?" I yell to him.

"Going to your house to see if they know!" Aaron answers.

"No please don't go there!" I yell.

If he went he'd know. He'd find out I was a foster child and for sure hate me. Everyone hates people who are different.

He stops and turns around.

"And why the hell not Angel!?" He yells. He was for sure angry, I've never seen him so angry and worried.

"Because, I am..." My voice trails off.

"That's what I thought! You don't have a reason! You're just being pathetic!" Aaron yells.

Tears rush to my eyes. He turns back around starts to run off. Before he disappears I yell as loud as I can,

"Because I'm a foster child! I don't want you meeting my family because they're fakes! I'm just a kid who's been thrown around from foster home to foster home because I am worthless piece of crap that nobody wants!" He stops running. He turns around and looks at me.

He slowly walks back over to me.

"You're a foster child?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I whisper in response.

He bites his lip and his face turns red as he realizes how much he just screamed at me.

"I-I'm sorry I called you pathetic and screamed at you..." He stutters.

"It's fine." I mumble.

"No you've been through enough... It won't help..." He mumbles.

"Yeah it doesn't help McLaughlin. You know you've been yelling at me a lot lately. I've been ignoring it because you're like talking and that made me happy. I haven't yelled at you... Have you noticed that? I've not once insulted you, did you notice that? So yeah... This doesn't help, it just makes me feel like crap." I say.

He continues to bite his lip.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbles.

"Yeah me too." I say.

I start to walk away.

"Wait where are you going?" He asks.

"I'm getting my stuff." I say.

I run to his house and I start to pack up.

He runs into his room.

"C'mon you don't have to do this." Aaron says.

I grab my shirts and put them in a trash bag.

"You're right, I don't have to. I want to." I say.

"I'm sorry." He says.

Tears fill my eyes but I shake them off.

I finish packing. I didn't have that much...

"Goodbye..." I whisper.

I go out the door.


The streets yet again felt empty and so alone. Aaron was out of my life for now. I don't plan on talking to him anytime soon... Maybe we'd occasionally pass paths, but I cross many people's paths I don't talk to.

We hadn't known each other long (it was about... Two months) but he meant a lot. For now though... I can't stand to ever hear his voice. Maybe he was trying to help but it just brought me down.

No I don't hate him... I couldn't ever hate him... But... He hurt me.

I feel something cold hit my skin.

I look up to see the snowfall... I remember McLaughlin and I vowed to be next to each other durning the first snowfall.

But that plan is off. All of the plans we had is off...

Because that's how fate works... No matter how much I hate it.

-Aaron's POV-

I feel a pain in my heart and a clench in my stomach. This cannot be happening.

She can't be gone, no she can't. She was all I had. I guess my parents are getting along but they ignore me more than ever.

I don't know why I have been yelling like her so much. It was like three times a day at this point.

I'm turning into my parents... Just yelling and yelling and yelling.

I called them pathetic for yelling so much... I guess I'm the pathetic one now.

I've never been so upset with myself. I don't understand why I'm so upset, but my heartaches in a way it never has before. I can't quite grasp the reasoning behind it.

Then it hits me.

I grab my coat and I sprint outside.

The cold snow hits my warm unprotected skin and the wind bites my nose.

I get to her house and I knock on the door.

A little girl opens the door.

"Hello, can you get to Angel so I can speak to her?" I ask.

"Sorry but we're not allowed to talk to strangers." She says.

"Come on I just need to talk to Aaron." I beg.

"I already told you that we can't talk to strangers." The girls says.

"Her and I aren't strangers though." I say.

"Yeah you are." She says.

"Who's at the door?" I hear Angel's voice say.

"Just some weird-haired stranger." The little girl calls.

"Wait I have weird hair?" I ask.

Angel comes to the door and sees me.

"Ugh." She says, she goes to shut the door but I stop her.

"Angel, please hear me out." I say.

She rolls her eyes.

"Fine." Angel says, "And by the way, your hair is fine. She's just a brat." She mumbles.

"I don't care about my hair... Well I kinda do, thank you." I say.

"Can you please tell me why you came? I have better things to do with my day then talk to you." She says.

I got so nervous that time seemed to stand still.

My grandpa told always told me... In a moment of fear just count to three.


"Angel..." I start


"Yeah?" She answers.


I then don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell her what the reasoning for me running all the way here in the snow, so I kiss her.

Yeah, that's should basically sum up everything.

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