Jamall's Story
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**Flashback**
"Jamall, honey, I have something to do," Jamall Nettler's foster mother Andrea said as she was braiding his hair one night. "Yeah?" He asked, wincing as she pulled one to tight. "Oops, sorry. Honey, you're being..transferred," She said with sadness in her voice. "What? From school to school? That's fine, I hate this school." He said, shrugging. "No, Jamall. I mean, to a new home." She said quietly. "Aww mom that ain't funny," He said, giggling a little. Jamall was ten, and so was his twin sister Janae. Their mother had died from cancer when they were 4 and their father, unable to take care of them, had abandoned them at a children's home. They were switched around homes for a while until Andrea took them in since she had a temporary foster care license (meaning she can only take kids in for a certain time, then more kids go to her) she knew that this day would one dya come. "Honey, I'm not joking. You know I have a temporary license, I couldn't keep you forever." "That's not FAIR! What aboutJanae? Why can't you give two other kids up? We call you mom and no one else does!" He cried, tears forming in his dark brown/almost black eyes. "Janae is going with you. You are leaving to a place in Toronto, I believe. And I would give two other kids up, except you two the ones who have been here longest. Every one else who was here when you two arrived have been long gone. I've kept you as long as possible," She explained.
It was true, Jamall though, Johnny, Kelly, Derrick, Drae and Stevie had all been long gone. Steven and Drae had been adopted together even though they weren't related. Johnny and Kelly were living in a children's home and no one knew what happened to Derrick. "You're lying! I hate you!" He screamed. "Jamall..." She cried as he got up and ran. Luckily she was on the last braid...
***End of flashback***
Jamall sighed and put his hands into his beat-up jacket's pockets. He didn't want to go home. He hated the people he now lived with-Chelsea and Quint Jones. Along with 5 other kids, his twin Janae, bothof them were now 11. The others were Ray, 16, Josef, 4, Callie, 7, and Eddie, 15. They all had old clothes and hand-me-down backpacks with so many holes most of them didn't bother to use them. Jamall had to, though. Chelsea and Quint didn't feed them much, and Jamall lifted weights after school to get stronger for football, so by the time he got done his arms were really sore. He passed by a team mate of his, Gregory Thorne. Greg didn't like him to much because he had taken his position as quarter back on the team. "Hey, look, it's the orphan! NONE of his parents wanted him," Greg said, laughing along with his older brother by nine months Gage.
"Listen, Greg, jealousy isn't nice on a boy. It's more for men, ya know, like how your dad is towards me since I screwed your ma?" Jamall said, loving to get a rise out of Greg. Of course he hadn't really done that; he didn't even know Greg's mom. "I'm gonna get you you dam-" Gregory and Gage both started but Jamall had took off running already.
Jamall ran into the house and ran into Quint. "Damn, boy, slow down. Me and Chelsea have to go. Chel needs a new dress for tonight's cocktail party. Janae being a little bitchy so you all leave her alone. Ray and Eddie is fixing dinner. Don't give them no grief." "Quint? When are we going to get new clothes? And I need new shoes!" Jamall exclaimed. Quint gave him a glare. "Listen, BOY, you are lucky I took you and Janae in. I don't have time to get you everything you want!" He yelled and his hand connected to Jamall's face. Jamall stood back and glared at Quint while rubbing his cheek.
Chelsea walked up. "Oh, hi, Jamall. Have you gotten int trouble again? Anyways, Ray and Eddie are making uh, pizza I believe. No! Hamburgers and macorni and cheese. See you, sweetie. I don't think we'll be back, we probably will go straight to the party from the store. Bye," She said and kissed the top of Jamall's head. "I know you've been taking our money!" He exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth in horror.
"I'm sorry, Quint, I didn't mean it I-" He started but was cut off with a quick punch from Quint. "Don't you ever say that! You're lucky I took you in you stupid spoiled brat!" He screamed and slapped him so hard it sent Jamall sprawling to the ground. Quint kicked him twice hard and then Chelsea pulled him away. "Honey, come on," She said and pulled him out the door.
Jamall lay there for a minute until Eddie walked in. Jamall loved Eddie, besides his sister, more than anyone at the house. Eddie had dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes that showed how much he cared for people and things. He was sensitive and drawn back and his mom had gaven him up for adoption after his father walked out on them and she decided she couldn't have him and his 4 siblings running around the house and gave them all up except the youngest, as weird as that sounded, James, who would've now been 3 or 4, according to Eddie. Eddie saw him and ran over to him and knelt down. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get Ray?" Eddie asked with concern in his face. "Don't move! I need to get Ray jst in case smething is-" "Eddie, calm down, I'm fine. I just asked a stupid question. You know how I get," Jamall said with a silly grin to prove it. Eddie smiled back but it was a nervous, worried smile. "Well,okay, just try to stay out of his way, okay? And put some ice on that eye," Eddie demanded. Jamall smiled. "Wokey, big brovey," He said in a baby voice. Eddie grinned back and picked him up off the ground. "Let's hope Ray won't wait until 8 tonight to fix dinner," Eddie said.
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**Flashback**
"Jamall, honey, I have something to do," Jamall Nettler's foster mother Andrea said as she was braiding his hair one night. "Yeah?" He asked, wincing as she pulled one to tight. "Oops, sorry. Honey, you're being..transferred," She said with sadness in her voice. "What? From school to school? That's fine, I hate this school." He said, shrugging. "No, Jamall. I mean, to a new home." She said quietly. "Aww mom that ain't funny," He said, giggling a little. Jamall was ten, and so was his twin sister Janae. Their mother had died from cancer when they were 4 and their father, unable to take care of them, had abandoned them at a children's home. They were switched around homes for a while until Andrea took them in since she had a temporary foster care license (meaning she can only take kids in for a certain time, then more kids go to her) she knew that this day would one dya come. "Honey, I'm not joking. You know I have a temporary license, I couldn't keep you forever." "That's not FAIR! What aboutJanae? Why can't you give two other kids up? We call you mom and no one else does!" He cried, tears forming in his dark brown/almost black eyes. "Janae is going with you. You are leaving to a place in Toronto, I believe. And I would give two other kids up, except you two the ones who have been here longest. Every one else who was here when you two arrived have been long gone. I've kept you as long as possible," She explained.
It was true, Jamall though, Johnny, Kelly, Derrick, Drae and Stevie had all been long gone. Steven and Drae had been adopted together even though they weren't related. Johnny and Kelly were living in a children's home and no one knew what happened to Derrick. "You're lying! I hate you!" He screamed. "Jamall..." She cried as he got up and ran. Luckily she was on the last braid...
***End of flashback***
Jamall sighed and put his hands into his beat-up jacket's pockets. He didn't want to go home. He hated the people he now lived with-Chelsea and Quint Jones. Along with 5 other kids, his twin Janae, bothof them were now 11. The others were Ray, 16, Josef, 4, Callie, 7, and Eddie, 15. They all had old clothes and hand-me-down backpacks with so many holes most of them didn't bother to use them. Jamall had to, though. Chelsea and Quint didn't feed them much, and Jamall lifted weights after school to get stronger for football, so by the time he got done his arms were really sore. He passed by a team mate of his, Gregory Thorne. Greg didn't like him to much because he had taken his position as quarter back on the team. "Hey, look, it's the orphan! NONE of his parents wanted him," Greg said, laughing along with his older brother by nine months Gage.
"Listen, Greg, jealousy isn't nice on a boy. It's more for men, ya know, like how your dad is towards me since I screwed your ma?" Jamall said, loving to get a rise out of Greg. Of course he hadn't really done that; he didn't even know Greg's mom. "I'm gonna get you you dam-" Gregory and Gage both started but Jamall had took off running already.
Jamall ran into the house and ran into Quint. "Damn, boy, slow down. Me and Chelsea have to go. Chel needs a new dress for tonight's cocktail party. Janae being a little bitchy so you all leave her alone. Ray and Eddie is fixing dinner. Don't give them no grief." "Quint? When are we going to get new clothes? And I need new shoes!" Jamall exclaimed. Quint gave him a glare. "Listen, BOY, you are lucky I took you and Janae in. I don't have time to get you everything you want!" He yelled and his hand connected to Jamall's face. Jamall stood back and glared at Quint while rubbing his cheek.
Chelsea walked up. "Oh, hi, Jamall. Have you gotten int trouble again? Anyways, Ray and Eddie are making uh, pizza I believe. No! Hamburgers and macorni and cheese. See you, sweetie. I don't think we'll be back, we probably will go straight to the party from the store. Bye," She said and kissed the top of Jamall's head. "I know you've been taking our money!" He exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth in horror.
"I'm sorry, Quint, I didn't mean it I-" He started but was cut off with a quick punch from Quint. "Don't you ever say that! You're lucky I took you in you stupid spoiled brat!" He screamed and slapped him so hard it sent Jamall sprawling to the ground. Quint kicked him twice hard and then Chelsea pulled him away. "Honey, come on," She said and pulled him out the door.
Jamall lay there for a minute until Eddie walked in. Jamall loved Eddie, besides his sister, more than anyone at the house. Eddie had dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes that showed how much he cared for people and things. He was sensitive and drawn back and his mom had gaven him up for adoption after his father walked out on them and she decided she couldn't have him and his 4 siblings running around the house and gave them all up except the youngest, as weird as that sounded, James, who would've now been 3 or 4, according to Eddie. Eddie saw him and ran over to him and knelt down. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get Ray?" Eddie asked with concern in his face. "Don't move! I need to get Ray jst in case smething is-" "Eddie, calm down, I'm fine. I just asked a stupid question. You know how I get," Jamall said with a silly grin to prove it. Eddie smiled back but it was a nervous, worried smile. "Well,okay, just try to stay out of his way, okay? And put some ice on that eye," Eddie demanded. Jamall smiled. "Wokey, big brovey," He said in a baby voice. Eddie grinned back and picked him up off the ground. "Let's hope Ray won't wait until 8 tonight to fix dinner," Eddie said.