My Life is a Mess {Open}

[Allena Minoussa]

Lenny woke up that morning and like every morning she searched the house for her parrents. Like always, they were never there. The empty house made her aqua eyes water. She whipped them away. She gathered her purse and made sure she had a key to the house and her cellphone. She couldn't stay in the house, it felt wrong and empty, as if nobody had lived in there for years. She walked out the black door and closed it behind her. She started walking to her favorite place. Luther's Crossing. She walked towards her destination, relieved to get away from the still house.

Luther's Crossing was not the relief she was looking for. Little kids huddled close together. Some were crying, others hiding under any shelter they can find. The scene made her sad an more tears started forming in her eyes. One tear escaped and rolled gently down her pale cheek. She slowly whipped it away. She stared down at the ground and walked into the empty Starbucks. Her mom had had a part time job here so naturally Allena new how to work the machinery. She made her self a chocolate chip frapachino and walked out the door. She seated herself on a bench. A pair of 8 year old twins walked up to her, tears in there eyes. "Were lost, do you know where our Mom is?" the asked. She sighed. "I'm sorry, no." She said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a cookie. The twins gathered closer. She broke it into two pieces and handed them to the kids. The ate in hungrily and thanked her, running off. She sipped her frapachino. Where were there parrents?

[♥ Calli Simons]

Calli slowly writhed in her sleep, letting out small, painful groans as she stirred under the covers of her bed. Her usual nightmare played itself in her head as she slept. This was of her mother verbal abuse, then ignoring her for days at a time. Her father physical abuse, his beatings, and his verbal abuse. Her parents often ignored her, Calli loved and hated that. For when ever they had payed attention to her, it was always negative. She used to strive to make them happy, to make them proud of her. It never worked. She always failed miserably at that, like she did everything else. As she had grown older, she learned that nothing ever got better, no matter how hard you tried to fix it.

Eventually, Calli sat bolt upright, sweat beaded on her forehead as she sat there, half covered on the bed. Her chest rose and fell quickly to her rapid breathing. Her heart thudded so hard against her chest it hurt. The blood rushing in her ears was defining. She put her hand to her heart to calm herself down. It had been about a week now that her parents had been gone, but she still expected them to wake her up screaming at her for her to get breakfast ready. That command, never came as she closed her eyes and tried once again to calm down. This time, she succeeded. She stood up out of her bed and walked to her bathroom where she showered all the sweat from her body.

She emerged form the bathroom in short blue jean shorts and a form fitting, long-sleeve, blood red shirt. Her small frame was shown off very easily in this. Her hair was damp and tousled on her shoulders, her feet were clad in her checkered sneakers. She let out a shaky sigh and walked out of her room and down the stairs, not bothering searching for her parents. She knew they weren't there, because they hadn't forced her to get up and make them breakfast, or clean the house, or go to school. She looked instinctively into the fridge. There wasn't much left in there except a few lunch meats, a six pack of beer, a soda, a few apples and a yogurt. A frail hand grabbed the yogurt and ate it slowly. She only ate half, putting the other half back in the fridge, she knew she should eat, but she just didn't have an appetite.

Calli then left her house. Her feet kicked at stray rocks as she walked where ever her feet took her, she wasn't looking up. When she did look up she found herself in Luther's Crossing. Right smack in the middle, in fact. She quickly got out of the road and found herself in an abandoned Starbucks. She looked around and drifted behind the counter. She slowly made herself a moose tracks frappucino with a shot of coconut. She had seen it made enough times to do it herself. She did that quite often without realizing, memorizing people, and what they do, so she can repeat it herself. It was a strange and unusual habit that Calli took to. Then again, she took to a lot of strange and unusual things. It was second nature to her now.

She drug her feet along the ground as she stepped out of the Starbucks and into the road again. She walked past kids who were rough housing, crying, fighting, and squabbling. Some even huddled under small shelters. It was a sad scene to bear witness to, but it had strangely little effect on Calli. What did have an effect was that a boy kicked her leg out from in under her form behind. She gasped and stumbled, managing to not fall completely, only trip over a girls legs that had just given a few kids a cookie. She kept her frappacino from spilling and looked up, standing up strait. She glared at the boy who tripped her, who had tauntingly said, "Watch it, Calliiii!" the way he drug out her name made her stomach churn. She glared at him as he walked off with some of his friends, still laughing.

Calli then realized exactly what she had done. Her blue eyes snapped down to the girl she had tripped over. She gave her a sympathetic look. She realized that wouldn't be enough and decided she should speak. She swallowed hard and licked her dry lips before speaking her first words in near a month. "I'm really, very sorry about that." She said softly, in a polite tone. She took a few steps back, just in case the girl decided to come at her with fists flying. She wouldn't be surprised if the girl got mad at her. She grimaced and looked down, rubbing her right foot along her left ankle shyly...

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[Allena Minoussa]

Lena raised her saphire eyes, which previously had been fixed on her frapachino, to the girl who had just tripped over her outstretched legs. She guiltily pulled them back towards the bench and looked meekly at the poor girl in front of her. She looked incredibly similear to herself, except maybe the fact that Lenny's eyes were a brighter shade of blue and her hair was dark chocolate and this girls was black and she was wearing clothes that she herself would never even try on.

"It's ok." she mumbled in her own she voice. Her optics darted towards the retreating boy, glaring at him and seething silently. She hated bullies, she hated the fact that they picked on other people just because there different. Mostly she hated them because she herself was different, quiet and held back and the perfect person for a bully to pick on. She could almost put herself in this girl's shoes, except maybe the fact that she just might attack the guy if he had tried the same stunt on her.

Her eyes turned meekily back onto the girl. She opened her mouth just a fraction to mumble something else to the girl. "I'm Allena, but you can call me Lena or Lenny, whichever you perfer." her voice was small and insignificant as always. Or atleast she thought so. She didn't want to sound important or loud or anything that might gather attention onto herself. She just wanted to sit in the back round and observe unnoticed.

A chilly breeze blew threw the air, whiping strands of her hair around her face. She pulled the locks back in a hair band. She finnished her frapachino in one last gulp and threw it into the garbage can next to the bench. She stuffed her cold slender hands into the pocket of her hoodie. Her eyes studdied her silently before finnally falling on the frapachino in the girls hands. She gave a small, vague nod. Either her mom works...worked at Starbucks too or she just watched the people that worked there do it enough to make it herself. she thought. Her eyes left the frapachino and landed on the girls face once more, waiting to see if she would say something.

[♥ Calli Simons]

Calli put her foot back onto the ground, pulling her gaze back up to the girls. The girls words drifted into Calli's ears. It took a moment to register that she wasn't mad at her. She was so used to people being mad at her for tripping over them or even coming in contact with them, whether it was accidental or not. She swallowed hard, letting her words sink in. She didn't think she needed to reply to them, she simply let a smirk twitch at her lips for a second before letting the corners of her lips fall back into their usual frown. She still cast a wary eye on the girl, just in case she changed her mind on the being nice thing. Which, that could happen too, though it wasn't likely, things generally happened in Calli's life that weren't likely. She just learned to expect the unexpected.

At the girls second sentence, Calli flinched, almost expecting them to be a yell. Instead they came out barely a mumble. She had to inch foreword slightly to hear what the girl had said. She seemed a lot like herself, really. Though, Calli wondered if she had to go through the same things she had to go through to get by in life. Probably not, that was what separated Calli and, Allena. Calli would presume this until told otherwise. She saw the girl nod at the frapachino still clasped in her hand. Calli took a few sips. She then noticed the expectant look on the girls face as if she wanted her to speak, or was waiting for a reply. Calli swallowed hard and returned her gaze downward. "I'm, Calli. You can call me what you want..." She said timidly, her words soft spoken. She then took another nervous sip of her frapachino.

Calli felt the icy breeze whip through the air. Goose bumps slowly formed on her smooth bare legs. The shirt she had on became tighter against the wind, and her black hair whipped out of her face and blew to the side. She trembled slightly at the wind that was more powerful than she was. It felt like it could cut right through her. She dropped the half finished frapachino in the trash can and sat on the corner of the bench. It was beside the girl but not too close, Calli noted that if the girl wanted to hit her, all she needed to do was lean a little and swing. Calli slowly pulled her legs up to her chest, she wrapped frail looking arms around them. She rested her chin on her knees. This kept her slightly warmer than standing up. The wind blew on her still, but the way she was, it couldn't get to all the parts of her body.

Unlike some people would, she didn't regret the clothes she had put on. Even in this chilly wind. She hadn't always dressed like this. It was when she started maturing physically that her father liked to see her in such clothes. Calli then took to wearing these kind because it was all she could get. Despite the fact that she was her fathers eye candy, he never layed a hand on her in a sexually abusive way. He saved that for hitting and choking her, often slamming her against things. He had enjoyed the control he had had over his only child. What did her mother do about this? Nothing. She only looked out for herself, always turning the other cheek, looking away when something would go wrong. Calli turned her gaze to Allena again. Her blue eyes fixing with hers. It was almost like looking in a mirror. Only slightly different. A small, shy smile crossed her pale lips before it was wiped away, as if she was unsure she could smile or not. She wondered if the girl would say anything else to her...

[Allena Minoussa]

Allena's eyes stared down at the laces on her sneakers for awhile till she heard the timid voice of the girl, who apparently was called Cali. A small smile twitched at the edge of her lips. She couldn't help but like the girl already. She was a lot like herself and Lena couldn't help but feel bonded with her.

She opened her mouth to speak again, more confident tones this time but there was always a bit shyness hidden somewhere in her voice. "Nice to meet you, Cali." she said politly. She took her pale slender hands out of her pockets and put her purse on her lap. She reached into the depths of her purse and pulled out a sketch book and pencil. She cast an artist eye over Cali and carefully began to sketch Cali's profile. She had always done this, sketch people that could possibly be her friend. She liked to have something to put in her scrapbook. Also, if she still have the same friend in a couple of years, she could look back and see how they had changed over the years.

She spent a couple of minutes doing just drawing and looking up at Cali. She finnished and cast a last glance between the drawing and the real person. Pleased that the drawing looked similear with the person and put the pencil behind her ear. She held it out to Cali. "What do you think?" she asked nervously. She never really shown her drawings to a lot of people and was almost afraid of what Cali might say.