Different day, same fucking story. One month living in this house, next month kicked out, and moving on to the next. But honestly, I couldn't care less. It's three more months of this bull then I'm free. Three months then I'm finally eighteen and can legally leave this shit foster care that's been moving me around since I was six.
I don't even really need to bring my bag. I own three shirts and a pair of jeans, but I'm sure the family that's kicking me out won't need or want my worn out wardrobe, so drag it behind me. Letting it hit each step as I walk down the staircase. My caseworker at the bottom of the stairs is looking apologetically at Ellen, the bitch I've been living with for the past couple of weeks. As if she deserves it, but as I said before, whatever, the sooner I move out, the sooner I get away from this family of stuck up snobs.
I don't look at either of them before walking out the door, and down the driveway toward the familiar grey Malibu parked outside. I almost feel bad for Cary, no Carly, as she apologizes for me, but I just keep walking. It's far too late for I'm sorry.
I sit down inside the car. I can hear the pair continue talking as I carelessly toss my belongings in the back, but the closed door to my right prevents me from picking out the details.
After a few seconds of silence Carly joins me in the car.
"I don't know why you always have to be so rude to them, they're just trying to help you out." she questions while starting the ignition.
"That's bull Carly, and you know it, the only reason they even offer to foster me is because they want to show me off to their posh friends. I'm not going to dress up, and act like their fucking pet." her sigh is louder than I expected. I think she's finally grown tired of me, just like everyone else.
"It's Caroline, my name is Caroline, Matt, and Ellen isn't as terrible of a person as your making her out to be." I scoff leaning back in my seat before looking out window. I reach over my seat, flipping on the radio. Some shitty pop band is on, but I just need an excuse for a moment to me thoughts. She leaves it on ignoring my shitty attitude. I know on a normal day she'd give me a lecture about being great full for what I have, but today she stayed silent letting me sit in my own frustration.
My eyes wander through the glass as I watch city slowly fade to the Suburbs. My mind wanders as time begins to blur.
I can't help but call back the memory of the first time I moved. I was so nervous. My hands were practically dripping with sweat by the time I got to my new home. I expected everyone there to love me, and to automatically fit in as if we really were kin. I've learned to lower my expectations by now. In fact communication isn't even necessary. Just do what they say often enough to stay clear of a smack.
I don't remember falling asleep, but Caroline had to wake me up when we got there, which was embarrassing enough, but then I notice the house in front of me was very clean cut. It looked sophisticated and elegant, It wasn't a mansion, but the way it presented itself suggested much more wealth than I've had or will ever have. I immediately straightened out my clothes before glancing a quick one over in my window. Attempting to fix my shaggy brown hair that desperately needed a trim.
I tried to carry myself lightly up to the door, but as soon as I opened it to see the furnished home and quaint looking family inside all hopes of looking self-confident vanished.
There was an older man and woman who were obviously the parental figures, but there was another addition to this family. A boy around my age and height his hair was a golden blond, and it shagged loosely around his head. He was perfectly tan, I was disgustingly pale. He held himself high and looked sure of himself, my body sagged overwhelmed with self-doubt. We were complete opposites, so I couldn't quite put my finger on why I already felt so drawn to him. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to stroke his sun kissed skin and feel the soul beneath. I wanted to make sure he was real and not just a figment of my screwed with emotions. This was strange and I felt wrong. I had never felt this way about someone before. I usually just didn't give a fuck. Live your life, and let me live mine, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I caught myself staring before he noticed, quickly running my hand through my hair, a nervous habit I can't help but hold on to. The mother spoke interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm assuming you must be Matthew, my name is Jackie, and this is my husband Rick, and this is Dominic, the other foster child living here. " she introduced nodding in his direction they each greeted me before she continued.
"I'm sure you two will get along well, seeing as you're so close in age." I could tell she was lying through her teeth. She had looked directly at my cheap clothes, ripped and worn from overuse and lack of will to renew the few outdated and underappreciated items I owned. I looked down at my worn shoes, noticing my jeans were about half an inch too short. I kept my gaze down unsure what to say, or how to hold myself. She cleared her throat probably feeling almost as awkward as I was. "You two will be sharing a room," she continued after a few silent seconds "seeing as we're limited in the bedroom department, I hope that's okay with you Matthew." I listened intently wondering if Dominic was looking at me, thinking about me, or, if he could care less about the new leach attached to his home. I looked up at them smiling briefly hoping to end the uncomfortable first impression.
"Name's Matt, and that's fine, thanks." I shook her hand, then Rick's, before giving Dominic a curt nod. My fingers found their way to my hair again wiping away the sweat gathered there. My mind was racing, trying to plot out the easiest way to get away from everyone and finally be alone to my thoughts.
"Sorry, but I'm feeling a bit sick, maybe from all the driving , but I'll probably just turn in for the night now..." I lied trying not to sound blunt while lifting my bag off the floor. A disappointed look seemed to flash on her face before a smile covered it up. She was probably planning on some ' quality bonding time', but I just wasn't in the mood.
"Up the stairs, first door on your left."
I nodded my thanks before turning to Caroline. Sometimes I thought about killing her in her sleep, but she was probably the closest thing to a mother I've ever had.
"Thanks for picking me up Caroline." I smiled almost genuinely. Caroline's been through a world of shit with me, and I think it's about time I start paying up my dept.
She patted my shoulder with a sympathetic grin.
"Any time, love." I gave her a quick emotionless hug before turning, and walking up the stairs. I continued past the first door that I knew was meant for me, leaving my bag against the door before venturing into the first room on the right. Standard bathroom. I made a quick note of where I would be taking my late night pisses from now on before moving on down the hall. The door for the next room was slightly ajar, leaving a stain of light from the door to the wall on the opposite side of the hall. I finished the already started deed, and completed opening the door. Inside was what I presumed to be a master bed room. A king sized bed was pressed up against the right corner of the room. Two bedside tables stood next to the coinciding pillows. My eyes immediately were drawn to the two twenty dollar bills crumpled underneath the table to the right. My head whipped behind me to make sure no one was looking before silently waking into the room. I picked up one of the two bills, and shoved it into my pocket before returning to the hallway. I repositioned the door to its original state before walking nonchalantly to my assumed new room. I picked up my bag that was patiently waiting for me against the door before opening it and ruffling through until I found one of my old socks. I crumpled the money inside, pleased with my accomplishment.
The bed sagged beneath my weight, but it was better than the soggy old mattress that was at Ellen's shit hole. I could faintly hear the family talking downstairs. I immediately picked out Dominic's voice. I didn't know how things would play out between us. I just hoped he wouldn't hate me as much as I already assumed he would
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