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Four

I stared after her as she stormed into her room. What the heck was her problem? She acts like her life is so bad, but I was just taken away from my family because I was abused! You'd think she would have a heart and at least try to be nice to me!

You know what? Who cares? This was stupid! I couldn't believe this was the family I'd be stuck with! But if she didn't want to get along with me, then two could play this game.

I just threw my bags aside. I could unpack later.

I just lied back on my bed, thinking about this new life, and my old on as well.

Yesterday, I had gotten home from school, and Marcus, my dad, had been waiting for me.

I don't even know why he did it, or what I did to deserve it; I suspected that he was drunk. But he took a belt and started hitting me with it. I could overpower most people, but when it came to my father, I shamefully clammed up. He hit me and hit my and blamed his wife's death on me, which I don't see how that would be possible, seeing as I was just a little kid when she died.

Somehow, my neighbors found out and called social services who then came to investigate. My dad was arrested, and they took me with them, explaining how I would have to be sent to a foster family, until someone wanted to adopt me.

I threw a bouncy ball against the wall, and caught it when it came back to me. I enjoyed the peaceful, methodical noise.

I dove into my thoughts again.

This new life-I could handle it. Maybe. My foster parents, Andrew and Natalie, they were nice enough and very welcoming.

But Beatrice I'm so sure about.

I wasn't thrilled with her attitude towards me just now, although I guess I'll admit that I was exactly all warm and fuzzy towards her either.

But why the heck was she so territorial over a freaking room? When she told me not to go in there, I made a mental note to myself to walk right in when she wasn't around. It's my house, too-for now.

Another thing that I didn't like, was how she didn't seem to want me here at all. I saw the panicked look on her face when she was told to greet me. Okay, so maybe not everyone wants to work with foster kids, but if she didn't, she could have just told her parents. It's not like I want to be here any more than she wants me here.

As the ball I was throwing flew back into my hands, I heard something from the room next to me. It sounded almost like... a choked sob? I paused to listen, but I didn't hear anything after that, so I just shrugged and kept throwing the ball. It must have just been my imagination.

I had finally resigned myself to the task of unpacking, when I heard Natalie call us down for dinner.

I started to walk out the door, but Beatrice was walking into the hall at the same time, and I ran smack into her.

"Watch it!" she snapped angrily.

Immediately, I felt anger rise within me.

"Why don't you watch it?! S'not my fault you don't keep your eyes open when you walk!" I retorted.

She just scowled and walked away.

Fuming, I followed her downstairs to the table, where Andrew and Natalie were already seated.

"Hello, you two. Have you unpacked yet, Four? Do you need help with anything?" Natalie asked kindly.

"I'm almost finished unpacking. I don't need any help, but thanks," I replied.

"Beatrice, is everything all right?" Andrew asked his daughter.

I looked at her. She was sitting across from me with her hands in her lap, bangs covering her eyes, and looking down. But then she looked up, smiling brightly.

"Of course! I was just thinking," she said.

"A penny for your thoughts?" her mom asked. I saw Beatrice's smile falter, but she quickly turned it back to its original brightness.

"Um, how about a million dollars instead?" Beatrice replied.

Her mom gave her a hard look. Something seemed to pass between them, but I couldn't guess what.

"Beatrice, why don't you lead the family in prayer tonight?" Natalie said, changing the subject.

"Sure, Mom!" She lowered her head. "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day, and thank you for all the things you give us. We are very thankful for the roof over our heads and the food on our plates. Also, thank you for giving us, Four; we all feel very blessed to have him with us today. May he enjoy his time here, and one day, think of us as family. Please continue to live within our hearts, now and forever. Amen," she said, closing the prayer.

I picked at my food. I had tried not to laugh during her prayer at te part where she said,"May he enjoy his time here, and one day, think of us as family." Yeah right. She's the one who's making me dread staying here.

I started to pick at my food, when I realized that Beatrice still had her head bowed in prayer.

She finished and when she looked up, our eyes looked for a second. Something flashed through her eyes, but quickly disappeared as she tore her gaze away, staring at her plate.

Jeez, what is up with this girl? She's so confusing. One minute, she's smiling brightly, the next, she's all darkness and doom, and then the next, she's practically got 'I hate the world' written on her forehead. her mood swings are annoying and I've only been here for a few hours.

"Hey, Mom? Is it okay if Chris comes over tomorrow?" the said girl asked.

I frowned. Was Chris her boyfriend? Wait, why do I care? I don't.

"Sure! How is Chris doing?" Natalie asked with a look of concern on her face. Beatrice looked down and studied her hands.

"Um, as good as any of us, I guess," she muttered quietly.

"Ah..."

What was that all about?

Beatrice shoved her plate back suddenly. "May I be excused?"

"Are you sure? You hardly ate a thing!"

I looked at her plate. Actually, she hadn't even touched her food. She just nodded.

"Thanks for dinner!" she said, leaning over to kiss her mom quickly on the cheek.

"I'll be out in the treehouse if anyone needs me!" she called, running out through the sliding glass back doors.

So I was left to endure the rest of an awkward dinner with my two new foster parents. Great.

We were all silent for a few minutes.

"So how do you like it here?" Andrew asked me.

I shrugged. "It's fine. You have a very nice place. And thank you for being so welcoming." Unlike your daughter, I added in my head.

Almost as though she had heard me, Natalie asked,"And how do you like Beatrice?"

I can't stand her, I said to myself.

Andrew sighed.

"Let me guess: she's not being very welcoming at all, is she?"

"She doesn't want me here. I can tell," I said suddenly. "I'm fine with her not liking me, but I would love to know why she doesn't like me."

Andrew sighed again. "Beatrice has recently been through something pretty... traumatizing. She was hurt pretty badly, and us fostering you is forcing her to move on, and accept that life has to go on. It's not that she doesn't like you. You'll see. But nevertheless, I'll have a talk with her."

"What happened to her?" I asked, suddenly curious. Andrew looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I think that is something you'll have to ask her yourself," he replied.

I thought about that. I didn't think that I'd be asking her anytime soon. She hadn't exactly made herself very approachable. But maybe that's what she wanted.

"Four?" Natalie said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up at her.

"A word of advice about our daughter: Don't push her. You can try, but she'll just push you right back. She's tougher than she seems."

I nodded. "Note taken. Thanks."

I ate the last of my food, and helped clear the table. I walked pass the back doors, and through them, I saw a big tree, with a tire swing hanging from it. There was a treehouse and in it, I could see a figure sitting and gazing up at the stars. The wind swept her hair back. For the first time, she looked almost peaceful.

I smiled slightly, and turned away.

Later that night, I had gotten up to use the bathroom, when I definitely heard something coming from the room next to me.

I pressed my ear to the door, and heard it. I heard choked sobbing coming from Beatrice.

I stood there uncertainly, not sure of whether I should keep walking or open the door. After a minute or two, I sighed, and pushed the door open quietly.

And there she was, crying her heart out. Cautiously, I walked in.

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