Chapter 1: Alexander
Cold. That was how the glass felt. That was perfect. On a hot summer day in Virginia when your used to the constant chill in the air of of New York, that feels good. The car was heading through a very, very fancy neighborhood, with houses the size of small schools and patios bigger then one of Alexander's homes. The car came to a halt, in front of the car was a huge, two story house with a huge patio, and surrounding it was a white picket fence. The yard was clean and cut, and the house was shining and white.
"Is this the right house?" Alexander asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Looks like it." His social worker, Mr. Monroe, said hastily.
"Alexander was waiting on the patio. The bell had just been rung, and suddenly, the door opened, and behind it, stood a smiling woman with curly, brown hair, and a perfect face.
"Hello, Mr. Monroe." She said, shaking his hand, opening the door further. " And you must be Alexander!" She said, reaching her hand out for him to shake.
He shook her hand nervously. "Yes, its me." He said, looking at his shoes. They were old converse, maybe a size or so too small.
"Good. You can call me Martha." She said, leading him into the living room.
"George? Is his room ready?" Martha called up the stairs.
"Yes, It is. ARE THEY HERE?" The voice was somewhat gentle at first, but then boomed in fear. Even though this George guy was the scared one, Alex was beyond terrified.
The man came down stairs.
FUCK!
He was HUGE!
"Hey, ummm, You must be Alexander!" George said, rubbing the back of his head in humiliation.
"Yes sir." ALexander reached out to shake his hand. It was a firm, but kind gesture.
"You can call me George." He said, Whipping around to Martha.
"Can you show him to his room while I talk to Mr. Monroe, here?" George asked politely. Alexander was still dead scared of this guy.
"Of course." Martha replied. " Alexander," She gestured to him. He jumped, but so subtly only people like June Iparis from the Legend series would notice. Martha didn't.
Alexander nodded and followed her up the tall staircase, and walked into the landing. There was a balcony, gently overlooking the living room, and Martha led him to the 3rd door on the right. Alexander was shocked by the size of this house, but still barely expected a small room with a cheesy bed, with paint chipping off the walls. But NO. Alexander gasped so loudly that he saw Martha smile.
"Here is your room!" She said, motioning her arm throughout the room, so he could catch a view.
" No way!" Alex said, with a joking undertone. "Really?"
"Really. So there is your bed, walk in closet, nightstand, dresser, and your bathroom." Martha finished the tour, and his mouth was wide open in shock. She saw him and smiled warmly.
"Settle in, and dinner will be done at around 5:30." Martha said, leaving slowly. "And Gilbert should be home by then, he is your foster brother!" She said excitedly. Well, great.
They already had one kid to deal with, why are you giving them another?
Alex always thought on the dark side, that was just how two years of foster care treated him. He looked around the room.
This is NOT your room!
He thought to himself, but then, he realized, IT WAS!
"OH MY GOD THIS ROOM IS HUUUGE!" He said, a bit like a teenage girl. But then he remembered the Washingtons and Mr. Monroe were still downstairs.
Well, shit.
Alexander thought. But a few minutes later and… the walls really that thick here, or were they just being polite? Then, Alexander figured he'd rather not find out
So, short. I know. I wrote most of this at school in 10 minutes, so yah. I thought was was said was a great spot to leave off on. Soon, you get to meet Cassie. And her backstory, well, it's pretty cool. That will also be longer because this is what i see happening between me and my parents, one day. Anyways, bye!.