Authors Note: Okay I have started another fic to add to my collection of fics, unfinished and finished! I hope you enjoy, tkae a read and tell me what you think! It doesn't really tell much during this chapter but give it a try!
Chapter 1
Today's my eighth birthday, and I wished for the same thing this year that I did last year, and the year before that and the year before that. I have never gotten it either. I roll over on my side, I hate my life. I have been in seven foster homes in the last five years. You see my mom died, well they think she died when I was born. She was really sick and she couldn't take care of me, or didn't want me. I don't really know the story, I have asked but they won't tell me. They say I am not old enough to know, what do they know about being old enough? "Hey kid, get out of bed time for breakfast." I hate it here. They aren't that bad, they have a few kids of their own. Three to be exact. I don't really talk to them though, I keep my distance from everyone. I've heard my foster 'parents' call me closed off and snobby. I'm not I just don't want to talk to anyone. So I guess that makes me closed off but not snobby. Today is the day though, the day where they come and find out if you're happy, well not they but someone in particular, my social worker James. He comes every year, and every year I ask him the same question... Have you found my mom? and he answers the same way... "No sorry, Acton we tried our best." Then I ask him... Have you found my Dad? and he answers the same for that too "No sorry, we tried to find him too." Then he gives me a sad smile and gives me a present. At least I get a present. Every year I wonder though, have they tried to find my mom? or my dad? Probably not I'm just another screwed up kid they will be rid of in ten years. I tiredly get out of bed, I look around the room its quite bland. I pull a sweater on, I get a draft from my window. Walking towards my bedroom door I can hear voices its James... I walk down the stairs slowly eaves dropping on what my foster parents and James are saying. I have to strain myself, because the kids are playing loudly. "So, how goes it James?" Mr Edwards, (aka foster dad) asks. "Pretty good." I can see they are shaking hands. "How's Acton?" James asks. I can hear Foster dad sigh loudly. "He doesn't come out of his room much."
"Well give him a chance he'll come round." James says hopefully. Yeah right, I've heard him say that what a billion times before. "I hope so..." Mrs. Edwards (aka Foster Mom) adds.
"Well I may just have some good news for him this year." James says proudly. My heart starts to race... Good News? I've never heard those words before... At least not referring to me. I pound down the stairs with a big smile on my face. "Hi James." I say out of breath. He rustles my short brown hair. "Hey there little guy." He smiles widely.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asks me.
"No..."
"Well why don't you and I head out for some breakfast go get changed" I smile and nod, running up the stairs. I can't believe this, he has good news. I hope I am not getting my hopes up too high. What if they found my mom but she's dead? Or she doesn't want me? I'm now starting to feel nervous. I run the comb through my hair and walk down stairs. I follow James out to his car and wave good bye to the Edwards. I jump into the front seat, he smiles at me, "You ready?" I nod. I watch as he drives down the same street, that he does every year to get to the diner we usually go to for my birthday. I have lived in Minnesota my whole life, and I don't particularly like it. I guess because I've never been happy while living here. James pulls into the familiar parking lot. And we both hop out of the car. He leads the way into the restaurant, and grabs the booth in the back. The waitress brings us our menus smiling politely. I don't even have to read it to know that I want pancakes, toast and sausages. James sets his down and smiles at me. "You know I have news for you don't you?" I slowly nod yes. "Okay, well don't get to excited, I don't want to get your hopes up to high, but you deserve to know." I nod anxiously, he just looks at me. "James-" I push.
"We think we may no where your father is..." I feeling butterflies in my stomach...My smile widens. "He hasn't returned any of our calls." My smile fades, he doesn't want me. My father doesn't want me. "But- don't worry." Oh right how could I not worry?
"We have only called him at work, because we can not get a hold of his home phone number, so he may not be getting these messages." I sigh a sigh of relief. "But Acton, remember, we our doing our best and I don't want you to loose hope, or get your hopes to high." I nod. I look towards the floor at the beat up tile, and then back at my hands. "Uh- what about my-" Before I can even finish, the sentence, James shakes his head sadly. "Oh-" Is all I can manage, no mom but maybe a dad. That is somewhat hopeful!
Chapter 1
Today's my eighth birthday, and I wished for the same thing this year that I did last year, and the year before that and the year before that. I have never gotten it either. I roll over on my side, I hate my life. I have been in seven foster homes in the last five years. You see my mom died, well they think she died when I was born. She was really sick and she couldn't take care of me, or didn't want me. I don't really know the story, I have asked but they won't tell me. They say I am not old enough to know, what do they know about being old enough? "Hey kid, get out of bed time for breakfast." I hate it here. They aren't that bad, they have a few kids of their own. Three to be exact. I don't really talk to them though, I keep my distance from everyone. I've heard my foster 'parents' call me closed off and snobby. I'm not I just don't want to talk to anyone. So I guess that makes me closed off but not snobby. Today is the day though, the day where they come and find out if you're happy, well not they but someone in particular, my social worker James. He comes every year, and every year I ask him the same question... Have you found my mom? and he answers the same way... "No sorry, Acton we tried our best." Then I ask him... Have you found my Dad? and he answers the same for that too "No sorry, we tried to find him too." Then he gives me a sad smile and gives me a present. At least I get a present. Every year I wonder though, have they tried to find my mom? or my dad? Probably not I'm just another screwed up kid they will be rid of in ten years. I tiredly get out of bed, I look around the room its quite bland. I pull a sweater on, I get a draft from my window. Walking towards my bedroom door I can hear voices its James... I walk down the stairs slowly eaves dropping on what my foster parents and James are saying. I have to strain myself, because the kids are playing loudly. "So, how goes it James?" Mr Edwards, (aka foster dad) asks. "Pretty good." I can see they are shaking hands. "How's Acton?" James asks. I can hear Foster dad sigh loudly. "He doesn't come out of his room much."
"Well give him a chance he'll come round." James says hopefully. Yeah right, I've heard him say that what a billion times before. "I hope so..." Mrs. Edwards (aka Foster Mom) adds.
"Well I may just have some good news for him this year." James says proudly. My heart starts to race... Good News? I've never heard those words before... At least not referring to me. I pound down the stairs with a big smile on my face. "Hi James." I say out of breath. He rustles my short brown hair. "Hey there little guy." He smiles widely.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asks me.
"No..."
"Well why don't you and I head out for some breakfast go get changed" I smile and nod, running up the stairs. I can't believe this, he has good news. I hope I am not getting my hopes up too high. What if they found my mom but she's dead? Or she doesn't want me? I'm now starting to feel nervous. I run the comb through my hair and walk down stairs. I follow James out to his car and wave good bye to the Edwards. I jump into the front seat, he smiles at me, "You ready?" I nod. I watch as he drives down the same street, that he does every year to get to the diner we usually go to for my birthday. I have lived in Minnesota my whole life, and I don't particularly like it. I guess because I've never been happy while living here. James pulls into the familiar parking lot. And we both hop out of the car. He leads the way into the restaurant, and grabs the booth in the back. The waitress brings us our menus smiling politely. I don't even have to read it to know that I want pancakes, toast and sausages. James sets his down and smiles at me. "You know I have news for you don't you?" I slowly nod yes. "Okay, well don't get to excited, I don't want to get your hopes up to high, but you deserve to know." I nod anxiously, he just looks at me. "James-" I push.
"We think we may no where your father is..." I feeling butterflies in my stomach...My smile widens. "He hasn't returned any of our calls." My smile fades, he doesn't want me. My father doesn't want me. "But- don't worry." Oh right how could I not worry?
"We have only called him at work, because we can not get a hold of his home phone number, so he may not be getting these messages." I sigh a sigh of relief. "But Acton, remember, we our doing our best and I don't want you to loose hope, or get your hopes to high." I nod. I look towards the floor at the beat up tile, and then back at my hands. "Uh- what about my-" Before I can even finish, the sentence, James shakes his head sadly. "Oh-" Is all I can manage, no mom but maybe a dad. That is somewhat hopeful!