Joe was sent to Nebraska house childrens home on the edge of London. When he got there everyone was at school. So the only thing he could do was unpack which Joe thought was about as boring as staring at wall. when everybody else finally got back from school he met his knew roommate. He was a short boy with dark hair.
"I'm Tom" he said, holding out his hand.
"Joe"
"how long you been here for then?" Tom asked
"couple hours, you?"
"5 days. Boring as hell here. So how did you end up here?"
"My dad was stabbed 2 days ago"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be. My dad hardly saw me and he didn't care much about me, so why should I care about him?" Joe said coldly
"Anyway I usually go for a run after school. You wanna come?"
"Doesn't look like there's much else to do around here."
40 minutes later Joe slumped onto his bed, completely knackered by the run. He was suprised by how easy it had been for Tom who wasn't even out of breath.
"How do you manage to do that man?" Joe managed to say between breaths.
"Do what?"
"Look at you, you're absolutely fine."
Tom shrugged "I go for runs quite often. When are you starting school?"
" They said they'd find me a place but it could take a couple of days."
"Lucky bugger."
"Dinners ready" shouted one of the adults down stairs and the 2 boys left the room.
Dinner was a soggy macaroni cheese that made Joe want to puke. He ate it quickly and returned to his room. Joe looked around his room and thought about that he would probably live in this cramped room with a bunk bed squeezed into the corner for the rest of his childhood. His room at his home had been small but this was almost half the size. He lay on his bed thinking about the events of the day. He was pleased that his roomate was nice and everyone else seemed ok but he still missed his own home. He dreaded starting a new school and being the new kid in the year but hopefully it would be ok.