「Flashback」

The young boy, Foxy, sat in the back seat of the car, right atop his booster seat that every young child either loved or hated sitting on.

His parents were in the front, his Father driving and Mother in the passenger seat while they both quarrelled over which lane or route to take.
Of course Foxy had no idea what was going on as he was only seven, but he did know his parents were fighting. And he hated that.
He hated seeing them argue, he loved his parents and he knew they loved one another too, and no child should have to see their parents tearing into one another like that.
But lately..he noticed they'd somehow grown a tendency to fight often, so much in fact it was becoming a constant habit of theirs.

But he chose to ignore it, he turned his attention away from his parents and stared out the window, looking curiously at the heavy rain outside that hit the road outside with large splashes as it trickled down the car window next to him like a waterfall. Being a young, clueless boy, he found it intriguing. Well, it soothed him at least, the gentle sound of raindrops tapping on the roof made him feel better, despite his parents ongoing argument in the front of the car.

But that's when it happened.
All that soothingness Foxy once felt from the tip-tapping of the rain suddenly drained away as the car swerved to the side, the tyres skidding across the road like a race car with a loud SCREECH!
The rain outside no longer mattered. Nor did his parents quibbling. As the car tumbled down the side of the steep hill that was next to the road, making a CRASH every time it flipped over, which only just managed to muffle out Foxy and his parent's helpless cries and screams.
The car finally stopped tumbling and crashed to the ground with one last SMASH, but then everything went black and Foxy had lost consciousness.

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A faint sound of sirens and people shouting got louder as he opened his eyes wearily and though his vision was blurry, they were open enough just so he could see the flashes of blue and red that indicated there was ambulances and police cars close by.

He was alive, luckily he didn't receive the full impact of the crash.
But where were his parents?

There, in the front seats of the car were his parents unconscious bodies sprawled about like two puppets. Splatters of blood decorated what was left of the broken-glass windshield, along with their parents lifeless faces.

They weren't unconscious.
They were dead.

「End of Flashback~Ten years later」
Foxy's POV

I leapt up from my bed like a flash, my golden-green eyes practically popping out my skull in distress while I tried to slow down my unsettling fast breathing.

Phew..Okay, get it together Foxy.
Just another Nightmare,
Just another Nightmare..
That you've been having for the past ten years..

I sighed under my breath in my usual irritated manner, as I did every frickin' morning when I finished getting over my nightly flashback/Nightmare and swung my legs over the corner of the bed to get up.

After finding something to wear in my wardrobe which mainly consisted of leather jackets, skinny jeans, hoodies and T-shirts, and brushing my hair slightly,
which didn't make much difference since my dark red hair was fairly long and messy,
I opened my bedroom door leading out to the small hallway of the lonely top-floor.

I was the only one up here, for certain reasons concerning my past and present behaviour. Mrs Fazerick thinks it would be better for me and the other kids if I was somewhere 'Quieter'.

Pfft, sure. Whatever.

The walls had dark oak panelling that looked slightly faded along with the hard wood flooring that had a few scratches gathered over the years.
A large window sat above the stairway,
the morning sunlight was reflecting onto the steps and picture frames that decorated the wall.
I began making my way down, the sound of a few other kids laughing and screaming was getting louder with ever creaky step I took.

You do eventually get used to the whining and the giggling and the screeching after a while, then you quickly become immune to it.
Though some of the others here still find it quite exasperating over a long period of time, which I can easily relate to but I don't really announce the fact that I don't like it.

As I walked through the second floor
(Where most of the other kids stay) towards the second stairway, I felt everyone stop running about the hallway to stare at me, some of them went back into their rooms hastily after realising my presence.
I didn't take any notice though, it happens every morning and it's not gonna change as long as I'm here, and I can't help it if they find me intimidating or something stupid like that.

I finally made it to the ground floor of the building where the kitchen, dining room, living room, leisure room and sadly, classrooms, were located.
Sure, there weren't many kids here but there was enough for the owners to be forced to expand the place every year or so.

I entered the dining room where I noticed some of my..well, some of my friends already sitting down at one of the tables and chatting to one another.

Guess I'm still getting used to saying friends..Even if I've known them a long time, I never really pictured myself having people like them in my life.
I guess they're just some of the only people I really trust here, but I refuse to tell them or anyone for that matter about my past or my 'feelings'. I've never trusted anyone with that sort of stuff, not even my therapist, doctor or my social worker.
I know, I know, thats what they're for, but I just don't tell people about that stuff.
I guess it's kinda like an instinct.

They all turned around and faced me with a smile, Bonnie waving his hand about and beckoning me over, "Foxy! Hey, C'mon!"
I rolled my eyes at him and chuckled ever so slightly as I sat down,
"Morning guys." I nodded a little, looking around the table at Freddy, Chica and Bonnie while taking a few gulps of coffee that they so kindly brought me.
"Morning Foxy, sleep okay?" Chica asked sweetly, tucking a strand of her short golden hair that was braided into a small plait behind her ear.
"Mhm." I replied simply, not going into any detail as they knew I rarely ever did.
The only person that knows about what happened all those years ago is Freddy's mother, Mrs Fazerick, the lady who owns the orphanage.
Apparently she had to sell her house a while ago when she had Freddy just so she could take care of him, so now they just live here since she owns the place.
He usually left for Highschool in the mornings, as most of the kids here did, so I didn't really see him that much in the day.

"Psst! Guys!" A tall, rather muscular boy named Toy Freddy or Fred whispered to us as he passed by the table.
He was nice enough, sometimes we'd talk about sports together that we watched on the TV. We even played a game of football together in the field out back a couple times,

"Did any of you happen to finish the booklet that Tom gave us for homework?"
By Tom, he means our homeschooler that teaches some of the kids here at the orphanage, the kids that aren't really suited for public school, at least that's what the social workers say.
Me and Chica both attend school here at the orphanage while Bonnie leaves with Freddy to go to Highschool since he's pretty smart, and by pretty smart I mean extremely intelligent. Seriously, Bonnie is skilled in all his subjects. I know this because he sometimes helps the other kids with their homework, no mater what it is.

"Y-Yeah Fred, why?" Chica replied rather daydreamingly as she looked up at him with large eyes and leant her head in her palm.
Ah boy, not this again..

As you can probably gather, Chica's got this weird crush on Toy Freddy.
Well, if you ask me, crushes are a waste of time.
Sure, being all in-love is fun N'all, it makes you feel happy and warm inside to think someone may care about you as more than a friend, but what happens when that person you become so attached to moves on and leaves you all alone and heartbroken?
Not really worth the hardship.
That sounds bitter, I know, but it's just how my mind works I guess.

"I'm really sorry to ask this but..do you mind if I uhh-Copy up Question seven? Lowest common multiples make no sense to me.." He laughed nervously while he ran his fingers through his curly, light brown hair. She blushed a little and managed to stutter out some words,
"O-Of course! I-It's no problem! T-They are pretty..C-Confusing!" She giggled anxiously putting on a big smile and standing up out her chair to go fetch her maths booklet from her bedroom while he followed behind her and thanked her profusely.

I shook my head at the two and raised an eyebrow along with Freddy who had a mouthful of leftover Chinese food rammed into his mouth, which he usually enjoyed eating the next morning, while Bonnie just kinda looked at them blankly with a downhearted expression.
"Crap! 8:14am? We're gonna be late, Bon!" Freddy mumbled loudly with a mouth full of breakfast before swallowing it in a big gulp,
"See Ya' later Foxy!" He called running out the dining area and out the door, grabbing his school bag on the way out, dragging a bewildered looking Bonnie with him who already had his backpack on.

"See Ya' guys." I called back, finishing my coffee as I watched them leave.

It's hard to say that things here aren't extremely boring. It's just the same routine everyday; Wake up, have breakfast, go to homeschool, watch some TV or go out in the garden, maybe have to deal with some of the jerks here that piss everyone off, have dinner and go to sleep. Nothing ever changes, and I'm beginning to think that nothing ever will.
At least I get to leave soon, just gotta wait til' my eighteenth and I'll be outta here.
Finally.
I mean, it's not like I'm gonna get adopted, couples these days only go for the younger and happier kids, the less problematic ones.
Not that I want to be adopted anyway.

Not sure where I'll go or what I'll do, but I couldn't care less as long as I'm not stuck in this hell-hole for another ten years, and I don't plan to be.

A loud ringing of a bell came from the kitchen which was followed by Mrs Fazerick's voice,
"Breakfast's over kids! Get to class now!" She hollered rather softly but sternly from the small window in the kitchen wall.
With that I got up and followed the other kids my age to their classroom.

There were three different types of classes; One for the younger kids, another for slightly older kids, and the last one for the much older kids like me.
The eldest kids usually started in the mornings, AKA 16-17 year olds, and finished just before lunch which is when the next class started.

Pretty pointless..We only get four hours of an 'education' (if you could call it that) five days a week.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, but still.

I took a seat in the classroom at the back like I usually did, which was placed next to one of the Windows and prepared myself for another shitty day. Wopee~