Month: December
Day: Monday

Yukiteru:
Sitting at the kitchen table the boy simply stared at his hands which rested on the wood. He just had gotten back from school and his schoolbag was still hanging from his back. In the corner of the kitchen stood the boy's luggage; he was going to leave this house today, forever.
A woman entered the room, her arms folded, a sad and worried expression on her face. She stared at the boy sitting at the table, she wanted to speak but shut her mouth before any words could come out. She hesitated, thinking, before continuing what he had been trying to do.
''Hey Yuki, do you have everything packed? Are you ready to leave?'', she asked and the boy called Yuki simply nodded once, not saying a word, but his mind screamed something else: ''No…''
''Okay... You know it's for the best, right?'', the woman, known to Yuki as Linda, asked again and Yuki nodded once more. ''Is abandoning me for the best? Really?''
''Okay, let's go then…'', Linda said and she grabbed Yuki's luggage, giving the bag to the boy, after that she left the kitchen and went towards the front door. A moment of hesitation but soon Yuki followed the woman, he was quiet, a sad expression on his face; he felt betrayed.
At the front door stood Brandon, Linda's son and the boy Yuki felt feelings for, love feelings to be more exact. Brandon knew about it, and had started to ignore him for it. Yuki's feelings for the boy were the reason why they sent him away to a group home, why they abandoned him.
He glanced at Yuki, his eyes were dull. Once Yuki looked up and their eyes met, however, Brandon quickly looked away, pretending like he didn't see the poor boy.

''Bye Brandon.'', Yuki said, rather bluntly, but there came no answer; Brandon wanted him to leave, he never wanted to be confronted with him again. ''Have it your way.'', Yuki thought, looking away from him and stepping out of the house. The door was shut behind him and he followed Linda towards her car; his bike had already been attacked to it, Linda was now putting his suitcase in the trunk of the vehicle.
Yuki didn't want to leave, but it was for the best, they had told him. But Yuki knew better; he was different, that's why they wanted to get rid of him. He hadn't even protested, he had accepted it; why should he fight against something he couldn't win? He had already been through the 'different' thing, he had learned not to fight back destiny. Because after all, this was his destiny, wasn't it? This is what his god wanted him to learn, this is what his god wanted him to know; he wanted to punish him. ''God doesn't exist. Not anymore.'', Yuki thought and he walked down the small steps, ignoring Linda who gave him a comforting smile, and he stepped in the back of the car, shutting the door with a slam, but his face stayed rather expressionless.
Linda got in the car as well and after a moment the engine started to roar; the car took off. Yuki looked through the window, watching as his old house slowly disappeared behind the horizon, and new houses shot by. He sighed and rested with his head on his hand, staring at the people, the houses and the cars passing by.
Nothing could save him now, there was no god that could bring him back here. He was doomed to stay at a foster home, he was doomed to live a miserable life without real parents, without love and friendship. ''It can't be that bad, right…?''

Upon arriving at his new house, after a few hour drive, the car stopped and Yuki stepped out, closing the door behind him. He went to the back of the car and took out his suitcase, dragging it along onto the sidewalk. He then waited for Linda to step out of the car, as well.
''Are you feeling alright? Nervous?'', Linda asked as she came to stand beside him. She looked down at him, smiling weakly like she was trying to comfort him and make him feel better, but Yuki didn't need her pity. ''You wish.'', he thought annoyed, but his face didn't show any expression at all. ''I feel terrible.''
Yuki forced a weak smile on his face, his blue-greyish eyes staring up at her. there was a slight sparkle in them, but everyone who cared about him at least a little bit would know he was far from happy. ''I'm fine.''
''Great. Get your suitcase and let's go to the door.'', Linda responded and she stepped towards the front door, Yuki followed her silently, his bag carried on his back and his suitcase rolling behind him, heavy from all his luggage; being a rather girlish boy he had loads of different sets of clothes, which filled up most of his suitcase.
Linda rang the doorbell and not soon after a woman opened the door, a woman with long reddish hair and brown eyes. She had a few freckles on her face, she appeared rather tired.
''Hello, I'm Mandy Black, one of the parents who run this household.'', she said with a weak smile, shaking Linda's hand. Linda returned the smile, but brighter, it ticked off Yuki, but he didn't say anything.

''And what's your name, boy?'', Mrs. Black then asked, looking down at him. Her smile was still weak, but her eyes didn't show happiness nor comfort; she wasn't happy to see him, he was just another burden to her, a liability. Yuki didn't say anything, he just stared at the ground, his eyes not meeting the woman's. Linda seemed worried and quickly answered for Yuki, making sure Mrs. Black got his name right.
''He's Yukiteru, Yukiteru Reed. Fourteen years old.'', she said and Yuki looked up at her, an annoyed look on his face. ''Jason.'', he said bluntly and he stared Linda in her eyes, she swallowed and looked back at Mrs. Black.
''Y-yes, Yukiteru Jason Reed, that's his full name.'', she stuttered slightly. Yuki looked away again, blocking out all the noises from around him. He saw the women's lips moving but there was no conversation, not to his ears.
It didn't take long before Linda said goodbye and turned around, leaving Yuki behind as she stepped into her car and drove off. She honked twice as she left but Yuki didn't lift his hand to wave, he just stared at the moving vehicle until he felt a hand grabbing his arm and tugging him slightly.
Yuki still didn't say anything, he just followed the woman into the house, into his new home. As he stepped inside she closed the door behind him and jut walked off like she didn't care, and Yuki stood there lonely in the hallway, feeling rather nervous and scared; this new place made him feel uncomfortable.
''Rude…'', he thought as he stood there on his own, looking around him. Next to the front door hung something on the wall. At first Yuki thought it was a painting or a photo, but it seemed to be a white piece of paper, black words scribbled on them. The home's rules, it seemed. Yuki read them all carefully, one by one and tried to remember them before leaving the hallway, searching for his bedroom.

Brad:
''Fucking piece of shit! Take your hands off my stuff!'', Brad yelled as he pushed his friend Benjamin, after that taking a phone from the boy's hands. ''That's fucking mine and you better remember it!''
All Benjamin did was shrug and grin at Brad, acting like he didn't care.
''It's my room, too. we share a room, remember?'', he asked and he shrugged once more, the grin not leaving his face. ''We share a room, so I thought we shared our stuff as well. Also, who is that Nathalie in your number's list, hmm?''
''That's none of your concern, just a person from school; I'm doing a biology project with her. Just… hands off my stuff, it's MINE!'', Brad yelled and he opened a drawer, throwing the phone in it, and he closed it again. He turned back around to face Benjamin, a nasty look on his face.
''Yeah right. I'm out, later dudes.'', Benjamin said, waving his hand while the grin on his ace only had gotten bigger. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, disappearing out of sight.
Brad sighed irritated and looked at his other friend and roommate Benny, who preferred to be called Dingo, laying on his bed and listening to music, huge headphones covering his ears. His eyes were closed, his hands folded behind his head.

''Did you hear him?'', Brad asked irritated, he didn't really care if Benny didn't respond; he just felt like ranting over what just had happened. ''That annoying ass, he should stay away from my stuff.''
Benny smiled and opened his brown eyes, he looked at Brad. ''Why that smile? Stop it.''
''Aw come on B-rad, let him have some fun. You know how curious Ben can become, but it doesn't matter. He's just annoying, but he doesn't mean any harm.''
''You're oddly nice about him today.'', Brad said, folding his arms and staring at Benny, an annoyed frown on his face. Benny took a deep breath and sat up, stretching his arms, turning off his mp3 and taking off his headphones.
''Oh well, what can I say; he promised me his dessert for tonight.'', he said and he winked. Brad looked confused for a moment but soon he began to understand it.
''Oooh, you beat him with cards again, didn't you? And I guess you two made a bet, and you won the bet?'', Brad asked and Benny chuckled, nodding. ''Good job Dingo, you teach him.'', Brad said and Benny laughed, doing what he often did, and what had caused him his nickname.
He brought his hand in the air, turning it into a fist and he yelled loudly: ''Woo, woo, awoooo!''
''Dingo, shut up! Or do you want the foster parents on our asses again?''
''I don't care what they think, they can think whatever they want of me. I just don't care.''
''Yeah, I don't either, they can rot in hell… But I've already been in enough trouble.'', Brad thought, shaking his head at Benny, who seemed to understand his hint and shut up, laying back down on his bed and returning to his music. ''Just don't worry about Benjamin.''

Benjamin:
Whistling the boy walked through the hallway, ending in front of another bedroom's door. He knocked on it gently at first, but when no response came his way he started slamming. Not too long after a girl's voice told him to fuck off; Benjamin grinned.
''What a lovely day to annoy the girls.'', he thought. He wanted to continue on his walk but as soon as he turned around he bumped into something, or someone. He almost fell but was able to keep his balance. The other person who had hit him however was now sitting on the ground, his body shivering, face hidden in his hands. It was a small boy, probably around the age of twelve, Benjamin hadn't seen him before.
''Yo dude, why did you run into me, man? I was here first, so it's your fault, and you better have a good reason for this.'', Benjamin said, he sounded angry, but actually he wasn't; he was just a bit annoyed, but he didn't want to sound friendly because he had a status in this house, a rank, and he had to maintain that rank, even though he now really wanted to grab the kid's hand and help him up. ''What's your name, man?''
''Y-Yuki…'', the boy whispered, looking up at Benjamin finally; his blue eyes were red and puffy, tears streamed down his face. Benjamin sighed in agitation. ''Oh no, it's a wimp…''
''Look, Yuki. I'm Benjamin, call me Ben, I don't care. Just get up and find your room and settle down. Don't cry, I hate crybabies, I hate emotional people. So stop crying and get out of my way, please.'', Benjamin spoke, his words sounding rather harsh, but he didn't mean it, he just felt agitated.
he walked past the boy, not giving him a hand with getting up or with taking his luggage to the boy's room; he simply left, off towards the kitchen to grab some food.

Yukiteru:
Yuki sniffled and got to his feet, staring at Benjamin as he just walked off like that. He wiped away his tears but they kept coming, he felt really nervous, really uncomfortable. There was a huge blush on his face; he felt ashamed for bumping into this boy. He should have taken a better look at where he went off to. But still… ''Are they all rude in this house…?'', he thought, swallowing.
Without thinking more he turned around and grabbed his bag and suitcase, dragging it along the doors which all led to bedrooms. He could hear talking on the other side, two boys. Yuki shook his head; he didn't want to share a room with anyone, not yet. He wanted to be alone, he wanted to be able to get used to his new surroundings.
He finally reached a room which seemed empty. Opening the door and peeking inside he saw four beds, all empty; there was no stuff in the room. Yuki sighed and entered it, choosing a bed and shoving it luggage underneath his bed.
He laid his bag down next to the bed, on the other side. Sitting down on the edge he sat there for a long while, staring at his hands which were folded on his lap, there was a sad expression on his face.
''I wanna go back… I miss Brandon. I don't want to stay here…'', he thought, taking another deep breath. He shut his eyes, trying to push away the sad thoughts he had.
When he had finally calmed down slightly he looked at the clock, seeing it was 6pm; there would probably be dinner soon, but Yuki wasn't hungry. He sighed again and got up from the bed, grabbing his luggage and pulling it out again, opening the suitcase.

He began to take out stuff and put it in drawers on his side of the room, eventually bringing his toothbrush and toothpaste to the small bathroom that was on the other side of a small door in the bedroom. He put everything in placed and returned to his bed. Looking at the clock he realized it was already 6:30pm, it didn't really bother him though, he wasn't going to eat dinner anyway.
Looking into his suitcase once more he found his beloved cat plushy Mr. Whiskers, an orange colored cat with brown tiger-like stripes on his back and green eyes. One of his eyes was lose, hanging from his eye socket by a small thread; it gave the cat a sad expression.
''Aww, you're hurt…'', Yuki whispered and he held the cat close to him. ''I'm sorry…'', he continued, petting the plushy's heads as he kept holding it in his free arm. ''Maybe someone is willing to fix your eye for you. If they don't laugh at me for having you as my best friend, that is…''
Yuki suddenly felt his stomach turn with uneasiness. He looked behind him to make sure no one was there; he actually wanted to put Mr. Whiskers back in the suitcase again, but he also wanted his best friend by his side. However, he was afraid others would think it was weird, having a plushy at this age. After all he was fourteen already, even though he appeared and acted younger. ''No, I will keep you with me… We will be fine, I hope…''
''What a cute little kitty you got there. What's his name?'', a girl's voice suddenly asked and Yuki turned his head quickly, staring at the blond haired girl with widened eyes. She stood in the doorway, smiling at him. ''W-who is she…?''