Disclaimer: I obviously don't own The Fosters or anything related to them whatsoever.
This is being reposted because the website took it down for some reason. I figured I might as well make it better by doing some re-editing in the process because of that.
1
Before I could even process what I was doing, I quickly wiped my tears from my eyes with my shirt and began walking over to the group of girls. They were just standing outside the store and made it look so easy.
What else was I supposed to do? Getting a normal job was out of the question, especially with no ID, no address, and no phone number. Wyatt was a traitor, going back to the Fosters seemed impossible especially now, that I ran from them twice.
And anyway, this was bound to happen sooner or later.
"Hey, I'm Callie," I started, sounding more nervous than I would have liked.
The chubby girl, who offered for me to stay with them, put her hand up to silence me, "Whoa whoa whoa, girl. First things first, real names are a big No No... But you're new, so you'll get used to the rules around here. I'm Ginger by the way," she said with a smile. That was when she began to introduce the other girls to me. "This is Diamond," she pointed to a pretty black girl with leopard leggings. "And this is Selene," she pointed to a Hispanic girl who looked me up and down with an attitude.
I wasn't in a position to give one right back, so I just ignored her and waved awkwardly.
"You look like a Tracy... or a Rose," Diamond started.
"I think there's a Tracy a few blocks south, but Rose sounds good," Selene said.
"What do you think?" Ginger asked as she looked at me.
"Uhm..." I began awkwardly. "It's good, I guess."
I honestly liked the idea of being someone else. Being Callie was too much for me right now.
I would be Rose for as long as possible.
"Rose it is, then," Ginger finished. "So, you ran away from home?"
I'm that obvious I thought.
"You have to have a home, to run away from one," I shared.
"Ain't that the truth," Selene spoke up.
Diamond grabbed my arm and began walking me down the street, "Well, don't worry about it. We'll take care of you. But first thing's first. No offense, but this wardrobe is killing our clientele. We have to get you into something more fun."
Selene budded in, "And you could use a few drinks. You look like a scared little girl who just lost her favorite teddy bear. We have to loosen you up a bit." They all chuckled, which made me feel like I didn't belong even more.
"Don't worry. We'll fix you up real quick," Ginger added.
I couldn't help but be afraid, but I felt more relieved now.
Now, I wasn't completely alone. My pride would just have to deteriorate. What the hell do I have to be cocky about anyway? I've been abandoned left and right by strangers my entire life, and now I learned my dad has been out of jail for a year and hasn't bothered to even see me. Callie has too many problems for me to deal with.
I'm Rose now and Rose doesn't have a care in the world…