I'm exhausted. I've finished my first week of school at my new school and I'm tired. I've now at this point met everyone in all my classes. Katie was in three of them and she's really nice, she doesn't either care about what happened to my parents or is to polite to ask. But either way I don't mind, I really like her. She asked for my number my second day and we've been texting ever since, she ask about my likes and interests and actually seems to care and wants to be my friend. It was defiantly a new experience then what I'm used too. Everyone in this town is way to nice, everyone smiles and asks about your day and it's exhausting. But it's kinda nice. it's finally Friday and I've never been happier, once today is over with it will be the weekend and I can finally sleep. Since I've gotten here I haven't been able to actually sleep. The only night I got anywhere close is when I was drunk and I don't really think that counts. So once schools over today I'm going to pop some of the sleeping pills the doctor proscribed me after the accident and try to get some sleep. Fingers cross that I sleep through the weekend.
I roll out of bed and walk over to the window, looking out the window and see Christina and jack near there cars with William in the backseat of jacks truck looking very stressed. If I've learned anything from being here is William doesn't like being late or his version of late. Which is five minutes early. It's been an adjustment getting used to the Davis family. There's small things I've learned about all of them; like Henry only showers at night, never during the morning. William can never feel like he might be late, even if there not going to be late. Christina makes everything from scratch and gets frustrated when it doesn't work out and jack. We'll Jack works on the farm a lot and talks about farm thing that I have no idea about. I go over to my closet and grab a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top with one of the crew necks that Christina got me. It was cute, it was a light blue and fit me pretty well and made me look smaller then I actually was. I move down the stairs and go into the kitchen with jack, Christiana and William gone it's just Henry and I left. All week Henry has been driving us to school but last night when we was driving down the driveway he popped a tire and he was fixing it all night. I walk to the coffee maker and pour myself a cup and taking a long sip looking out the window. While I hate it here the view was amazing even from the farm.
"I love the view from there house. No matter what room your in the view is always amazing." I look over my shoulder and Jessie is sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window as well.
"Ya I'll give you guys that. I'd never get a view like this back in Toronto." Finishing my coffee I place my empty mug into the sink and get a travel mug.
"Do you ever eat? You never eat at school, Henry says you don't eat breakfast and barely any dinner. Apparently your diet is mostly coffee."
I turn towards Jessie an crack a joke to lighten the mood "don't forget the smokes." He doesn't laugh he just sits there and stares at me. I roll my eyes and put my tot bag on the table and makes sure I packed everything I need for the day. "I don't see how that's any of your business? If Henry is talking about me he can bring it up to my face."
Jessie must have moved out of his chair and over to me when I wasn't paying attention. He places his hand over mine and looks me in the eyes "he hasn't put it together yet."
"And you have?"
His hand moves to the strands of hair by my face and tucks it behind my ear "enough to notice."
It feels like we've been standing there forever, another person entered then room. Henry with a piece of toast hanging from his mouth looks up at us suspiciously. "Ah what's going on here?"
"Jessie was asking about the test we have in home ec. I think it's going to pretty easy just on the basics of cooking." Responding first was necessary, I don't need Jessie blabbing my business to everyone.

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