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The Ongoing War

By PJ Starling All Rights Reserved ©

Other / Drama


Abandoned at a young age, Ivy Blanc grew up alone, with her brother in a different foster family, and no friends at school to lean on, the young fifteen year old struggles with bullying and the harsh words from her foster father. Never did she expect a prince charming to come to her rescue on an average day and suddenly become her new friend. Nor did she expect the horrible future she held that suddenly turned her life into something so much worse than it was meant to be.

Chapter 1

Pulling back the lace curtains, I leaned over to stare outside my window. It was pitch black outside, very close to midnight at most. The only light that lit up the tiny backyard was the pure white moon, shining proudly over the land that it got to loom over every night. 

"Today's...a new day." I whispered, getting on my knees slowly as I stared at the sight before me. It was the most beautiful time of the day, most peaceful. No one was here to tease me, to remind me of my past, nothing. It could never be like this during the day. Leaning back on the side of my bed, I wrapped my arms around my knees and pushed them against my chest, laying my head on top of them. Closing my eyes, I let the moonlight wash over me, allowing me to go into a deep sleep for the night. 

"Good morning, Ivy." my foster mother, Eve called from the kitchen as I slumped into the dining room. Grunting a greeting, my foster dad didn't even glance away from the morning paper, he just stared on, reading the printed words quietly. 
"Good morning to you too, Ronald..." I hissed under my breath, sitting down at the table. Ever since they picked me up at the foster home I was dropped off at, he showed no interest in me. He only seemed quite annoyed that I lived in the same house as him. Coming in with toast in her hands, it was like she was showing off her round stomach that held a child in it.
"You're going to be late for the bus, sweetie." Eve smiled, ruffling my dark blonde hair gently. Shooing her hands away, I gave her a silent glare. Raising her hands in defeat, I grabbed a piece of toast and made my way to the front door. Tightening my ponytail, I yanked open the door. 
"Bye, Eve." I waved, running straight into the street as soon as the door thumped a close behind me. My street was one of the quietest ones in Washington D.C., barely any cars roaming on the pavement these days. Going to the other side, I threw my breakfast to the yapping dog that greeted me every morning, always more than willing to take the blow for eating my breakfast. Coming to a slow walk, I retreated my hands into my pockets as I leaned against the bus stop, almost jumping out of my skin with anxiety. The bus couldn't come soon enough, always arriving at 7:35 AM, never earlier, sometimes later. 
Raising my head, I took in my surroundings. Walking up the sidewalk on my right was a few girls chattering loudly, most likely wanting the whole world to hear about their 'problems' of the cutest guy not liking them back or messing up on mascara this morning. I felt a cold wave go through my body as one of them made eye contact with me. Leaning her head to the side, she whispered into one of her friends ear who immediately shut her mouth, turning her attention to my directions. Looking away, I stared on straight ahead as the click of their heels moved closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one in the middle about to say something, but was interrupted by the loud engine of the bus which was approaching slowly. 
Practically jumping onto the bus right when the doors creaked open, I stumbled down the thin walk way, I stopped to where an older boy sat. He was staring out the window with a bored expression, his green eyes reflecting off the dirty glass. Plopping down next to him, I set my chin on his shoulder, laughing softly. "Enjoying the view?" I asked, scrunching my nose bitterly. 
"Oh yes, I love staring at the dirt stained glass around this time." he chuckled, running his hand through his bright sandy hair as he turned to face me. "How are you this bitter cold morning, Ivy?" 
"I lived up to my name, surviving the winter as always." I snickered, leaning back into the seat as the yellow vehicle jolted back to life and made it's way down the street. Suddenly grabbing my arm, the boy tugged up my sweatshirt sleeves. "What the hell?!" I yelled, trying to take back my arm. Staring at it closely, he nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. "What do you think you're doing?!" I shouted in a whisper, recovering my arms as quick as I could .
"I was just checking to see if there were any new ones." he admitted, shrugging his shoulders weakly. 
"I don't need you to look out for me, Cyrus." I snapped, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. 
"I'm your brother, Ivy. It's my job to look out for you." the said boy snickered, giving me an annoyed glance. Cyrus was two years older than me, given away to a different foster family about a year later after I was adopted. Though living in completely different homes, we saw each other often, our foster mothers always delighted to meet up, bring us along so we could have the whole day to ourself. Just the two of us, enjoying  every possible moment there was. 
"I don't think that means to look at my arms first thing in the morning, in front of all these other people." I muttered under my breath. Not responding, my brother sat there, the other voices of students filling my ears instead. 

If you keep your head down, avoid eye contact, and never open your mouth, no one will notice you. If there was one thing my mother ever taught me before she left, it was that. I felt like she predicted my future, and gave me that advice for this particular reason.

Gasping, I was literally yanked back, bumping into someone's chest. Desperately clawing at the strangers wrist, I held back harsh, hot tears. They held me straight up by the pony tail, small laughs came from behind the one that held me. Those laughs sounded so familiar, yet, I couldn't tell who it was. "Don't you know how rude it is?" the stranger asked, their lips close to my ear. "To just ignore someone, even when they're trying to talk to you?" 
Realization hit me hard, the girls from the bus stop. Breathing shakily, I noticed that everyone in the hallway was staring at our little show. "P-please, let go." I demanded, though, it was a pretty weak one. 
Holding back a laugh, she stuttered in a think, bitter sweet voice, "P-please, let go." she tugged at my hair, pain rippling through my body as I stifled a groan. "Oh please, is that all you got? You seemed a bit more cocky on the bus earlier. Isn't there...something wrong with your arms?" she asked. Feeling her other hand wrap around my covered wrist, my whole body went cold
Trying to get away, I felt my heart sky rocket. If she pulled down my sleeve now, my secret, my personal secret could be exposed to the half the school. For the last year or so, the thought of what they would do if they saw it went over my head until I drove myself crazy and had to force myself to forget about it, not to worry about it till the time came. Why did the time have to be now, I wasn't ready for it to be now. 
I squeezed my eyes shut, not even wanting to see the look on people's faces after my secret was revealed. Seeming to enjoy this, the girl slowly pushed down my sleeve, taking her sweet time to savor the victory. All of the sudden, I was free. Falling onto my knees, I felt the pure relief go through my head. Peering over my shoulder, I saw a young man looming over the girl from the bus stop, a pissed off look written all over his face. "Don't you know it's rude to bully people, Rachel?" he tsked, shaking his head. Gaping at him, the girl got to her feet, dusting off the invisible dirt on her clothes. 
"Alright than." she hissed, narrowing her eyes to the boy. Turning the other way, she stomped down the hallway, her little posse following her, seeming embarrassed by the whole situation. 
Twirling around, the savior, or, whoever it was, stared down at me. Holding out his small hands, I grasped it as he helped me up. Smiling, the boy shook my hand happily. "Hey there, the names Michael. Pleasure to meet you." 
Furrowing my brows, I ran my eyes over this stranger. Light fluffy, red hair, dark blue eyes. He wore a sweatshirt with the schools name printed on it, worn out jeans, and from the looks of it, brand new tennis shoes. Meeting his eyes, I hesitated. Michael....I've never seen him before. "...Ivy."
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