A/N: Okay, so I started this story when I was grounded. And I've written quite a bit! I hope you guys like it! :3
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John had to move. Again. Lately he'd been staying with relatives for short periods of time, and then moving onto the next great uncle, or long lost cousin. In the past month he had hopped from place to place six times. It didn't make sense to him why he had to keep moving. Or why he couldn't just live with his Dad like he used to. Sadly enough though, he was already used to the cycle. The latest house he'd been in was his great aunt Ruth's. Auntie Ruth was so old though, that she needed an oxygen tank. Sadly enough, only a week after his arrival, the old women had been carted to the hospital for some emergency care. John was then taken to Miss Becky's office, which was rather close to the hospital. Miss Becky liked to call herself his "guidance counselor to life", but he had a feeling she was just some type of social services agent.
"Hey John!" She called out to him cheerily, as he had sat in the uncomfortable chair across from her desk. He merely nodded and mumbled a shy hello. "Now, do you know why you've come to see me?" She asked with the same amount of nauseating sunniness.
"I'm moving again, right?" He answered warily, knowing full well why he was in her office yet again.
"Well, yes! But, we're doing something different." She responded, her forced joy starting to ebb away.
"What are we doing?" He asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Wellllll..." She dragged out, clasping her hands together. "You're going to be put in a type of home where people can better take care of you."
"Is it a type of foster home?" He asked solemnly, his mood dropping considerably.
"Oh no, no, no! Nothing like that!" She responded quickly, shaking her head. "It'll just be a better place for you. A safe place." She smiled warmly as he mulled it over.
A safe place, huh? At least it could be better than being stuck with some random, long forgotten relative...
"Well, I guess we could give it a try..." John supplied for her unasked question. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh good! I trust you have all your things?" He nodded, standing up and pulling on his backpack. "Well then, Mr. G is going to drive you on over and have you all settled in in no time!" He turned and walked to the door where the silent Mr. G was stationed.
"Bye Miss Becky." John said softly, feeling as if it was their final farewell.
"Bye John." She called sweetly, and almost a bit sadly, as he shut the door and stepped into the frigid hall. He followed the brusque Mr. G outside and to a car. They both climbed in, John sitting in the back as per usual. As Mr. G put the key in the ignition and started the car up, he couldn't stop but think of Miss Becky's three words.
A safe place...
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A/N: There's your first chapter! :3
