I DON'T OWN THE FOSTERS, IF I DID THAT WOULD BE REALLY AWESOME BUT SADLY I DON'T.

('THE WHOLE WORLD IS AGAINST ME')

Callie knew, Callie knew that the whole world was against her. This just proved it to her. What happens when Callie gets sick Christmas eve, how will the family take it? Will relationships end? Will this be the last straw for Callie? Will anything ever be the same again?

AN: So this story was requested by a reader and I hope I do it ok. I promised I would write the story and so I am. :)

Things to know before reading:

JUDE IS ADOPTED

JUDE IS CALLIES HALF BROTHER LIKE IN THE SHOW.

CALLIE HASN'T STARTED LOOKING FOR THE QUINNS.

AN:

im having serious writers block when it comes to this story. I had written my ideas for this story down and now I cant find the piece of paper. BUT I always finish a story so this story will continue, I just have to use more imagination or remember.

Previously:

"This was suppose to be her first christmas in a loving home since they had been put into the system. I really wanted her to enjoy it, but now..." Lena whispered, she was getting upset as she thought about Callie. How their family was missing a member and a piece of their hearts were missing.

"Hey shhhh, we will get her back. Shes strong love. Our Callie Q is strong." Lena nodded into Stefs chest. Stef was right, Callie was strong, she could survive on her own but she didn't have to. She had them, she had a family, she needed to come home.

Stef and Lena sat on Callies bed, both comforting each other as they thought about their foster daughter who was and still is a daughter to them. What was she doing now? Was she happy? Was she safe?

Those things ran through their minds as they thought about her. One thing was for sure though, neither of them were going to feel good and relieved until all, all of their child were back under the one roof together.

Xxxxxx

"Time to get up." A voice called and knocked on Callies door. Callie rolled over and looked out the almost dark sky. She sighed and rolled out of bed. Looking at the alarm clock, 6.35am flashed in red numbers in the partially dark room.

She had been up most of the night with a fever and coughing. Her throat and head were hurting her and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for her life to end. The medicine had helped a little but it wore off faster and so she had to wait for the hours to go by before she could take another dose.

Footsteps on the stairs told her that everyone was use to the routine and were already up and dressed.

Slipping on a pair of worn jeans and worn singlet and sweater, Callie grabbed her brush and ran it through her longish hair a few times before slipping socks and shoes on and headed down the stairs.

It was just another day on this earth. Another dull and lifeless day to get through.

Callie got downstairs and headed into the kitchen to dish herself up some breakfast. Everything thing was in full swing, so Callie slipped in, grabbed herself a bowl of mush that resembled porridge and sat down at an empty chair. A few of the kids around looked at her but no one bothered her and thats how she wanted it. She just wanted to do her last year and a half here and then leave. Start a life away from the system, away from anyone that had harmed her and away from families that she would end up ruining.

Callie sat at the table just moving the porridge in her bowl around. She wasn't really hungry and even is she was her throat hurt to much and the food wasn't appealing at all.

Callie used the time to look around at the fellow foster kids. Most of them were dark skinned or latina that didn't bother Callie at all. To her, foster kids had to stick together no matter what race.

From the looks of the girls around the room, most of them were 16-17 years of age with two girls looking to be 14-15 including Camilla but who knew kids ages these days, most look older then they are.

Callie just stirred her porridge as the other kids mingled and ate their breakfast. Unknown to Callie, Kate Jenks had been eyeing the teen all morning. She wasn't too worried, most of the girls didn't eat the first meal in the house when they get here, if she didn't eat other meals then it was a worry.

The kids all started to stack their breakfast dishes and take them to the kitchen. Callie did the same and headed into the kitchen.

Placing her bowl on the bench, Callie could see the amount of dishes and she scrunched her nose up. Two girls looking to be around 17 were doing the dishes. One a dark skinned, lanky girl with long black wavey hair was washing while the other was a latina looking tallish more bulky girl, with shoulder length wavey black hair, who dried and put away.

"Need help?" Callie asked the two older girls. Both of them turned to look at her before looking at each other.

"Sure, you dry." The latina girl handed Callie the dish towel. Callie nodded.

"Im Tasha and thats Isabelle, we're both 17." Tasha the dark skinned with the long dark wavey hair said.

"Nice to meet you. Im Callie, 16 almost 17." Both girls smiled at Callie and continued with their duty.

"Well its nice to meet you girl. Thanks for the hand, all these people in the house you can see dishes is crazy." All three laughed at that. There were a lot, even at the Adams foster house their was a lot. Callie sighed thinking about them, she knew she did the right thing and thats all that mattered.

"Sure, had nothing better to do anyway." Callie shrugged as Tasha passed her another plate to dry.

"Yeah its like that around here. Least Kate is nicer then all those other folks we go to." Callie had to agree with that. The adams fosters and Kate were some of the nicer foster parents. It was like 1 in every five were good parents.

"Yeah." Callie chuckled out, her throat still hurting her but keeping her mind off her sickness and the past was helping.

"Ouch, your throat don't sound good girl." Tasha mentioned as she washed a plate.

"Yeah, hurts a lot. Got sick yesterday." Callie explained, not going into detail, even just thinking about it made her sad.

"On Christmas? Damn thats hell." Callie nodded at Tasha and Isabelle just nodded aswell.

The three of them laughed and talked a little as they cleaned dishes. After the last dish was dry, Callie put the dish towel down and helped Isabelle put dishes away.

"Thanks for the hand. If you need someone to talk too, we are here." The two older girls thanked before they headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Thank you and it was No problem." Callie smiled as they left. She was glad she had two girls that she could talk to, maybe even become friends with. These girls did remind her of Daphne and Kiara a lot. She missed the girls united group.

xxxxxxx

Just before lunch found Callie in the living room reading a random book she had found and sipping on water to ease her throat. She would get to take some medication in a couple of hours. Moby Dick was her book of choice right now but She wasn't really interested but it gave her something to do instead of being left alone with her mind.

A knock on the door didn't even get Callies attention, the voice of the person did. Although Callie didn't even look up from the book, she was intently listening and turning the pages at random intervals to make it seem like she was reading.

"Hey Callie." Bill said as he took a seat beside Callie as Miss Jenks, also known as Kate Jenks, stood nearby to listen in to gather information. She prefers the kids to call her Kate instead of Miss Jenks because Miss Jenks makes her feel old.

"Hi." Callie whispered loud enough for Bill to hear, without moving her attention. He knew she was sick and so did Kate.

"How are you?" Bill asked. He could see that Callie was looking worn down. He knew she would not have slept much last night and he hoped she would talk to him. Lena and Stef really wanted to talk to her.

"Fine." Callie again whispered as she turned to another page. Bill gave Kate a look, Kate only shrugged. She would speak to him later when he had finished talking to Callie.

"Are you sure?" Bill tried again. Callie rolled her eyes, she knew neither of them could see her do it.

"Im fine." She answered with a whisper again. Bill sighed, it was the best he was going to get so he decided to move on. He was unsure of how Callie would react to the Fosters names being brought up.

"Ok, so...um... Lena and Stef want to talk to you." Bill got out. Callie immediately stood up and headed up the stairs to her room, the book clutched tightly in her hand. Bill stood up as the teen walked up the stairs.

"Callie...Callie come back here." Bill called. Kate walked over after her eyes had followed Callie up the stairs. She placed a comforting hand on Bills arm and he looked at her.

"Shes still trying to adjust, maybe try tomorrow?" Kate suggested as she took her hand off of Bills arm as he sighed.

"Yeah...thanks Kate." Bill nodded. He really wanted to help Callie. After everything with her adoption not going through he really wanted something positive for her. It seemed as if she was giving up and Bill didn't want that to happen.

"No problems Bill. Ill keep an eye on her." Bill nodded at Kate as the two of them headed to the front door.

"See you tomorrow then." Bill said to Kate as the front door was opened for him.

"Bye." Kate said. With one more look to the stairs, Bill pulled his coat closer around him and headed down to his car.

Kate watched him get into his car before she turned and looked at the stairs. Sighing she headed up the stairs to talk to the newest foster child.

As Kate headed up the stairs and stopped infront of the room where Callie was staying, Kate couldn't help but feel sad for the teen. Each teen that came to the home had their stories, each as bad as the next. There was just something about Callie.

Callie was sitting on her bed looking out the window. Kate hated to annoy her but she needed to talk to the teen. So she knocked on the open door to get the girls attention.

"Can I come in?" Kate asked the teen who had yet turned from her spot facing the window.

"Its your house." Callie responded. Wincing at the soreness of her throat.

"Its your room." Kate responded, heading into the room none the less and taking a seat on the other bed that was free. Her experience with foster kids taught her to never startle them or get in their space and so sitting on the other bed was the best idea and Callie was grateful.

"Sure. Still your house." Kate smiled. The teen was also stubborn she could see.

"You know im on your side and so is Bill." Kate explained to the girl even though Callie had her back to Kate, she was listening in, even though it didn't look like it.

"There are no sides." Callie mumbled loud enough so that Kate could hear her.

"Ok Callie, I am trying to help you here." Kate sighed out. Callie shook her head. The first movement Kate had seen from the girl since she entered the room.

"I dont need help. I am fine, I asked to come here." Callie responded. Still looking out the window at the blue sky, every now and then a bird would fly past in the sky.

"Why? According to bill you were doing fine at your previous foster home. What changed?" Kate asked. Bill had told her everything about Callie in the Adams Foster home. The girl was going to be adopted, what had changed for her to want to leave?

Callie wanted to laugh. People always thought foster homes were good, from the outside at least. No one really knew what it was like until they lived the life of a foster kid.

"Let me ask you something?" Callie said turning to the side so she could look at Kate. Kate gave a small smiled, glad she got the girl talking.

"Sure ask away." Kate said waiting. Callie looked at her hands. She contemplated on what to say, she actually didn't know why she asked it.

"What would...nevermind." Callie started. She didn't even know this woman and yet she was about to tell her, her life story. Callie quickly stopped anything personal coming out of her mouth and so turned back around to look out the window.

"You can tell me anything, Callie." Kate prodded. Callie shook her head.

"Nothing." Kate sighed and stood from the bed.

"Ok, well im here for you." Callie said no more as Kate headed out the room. Kate reminded Callie so much of Lena that it scared her. She has that aura that makes you want to open your heart to her and thats the bad thing. Callie knew she needed to stay strong around Kate if she was to keep her personal life... well... personal.

More to come. Probs two more chapters maybe. Ill see how it goes.

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