Fostering Foster

Happy Place

I stumbled and tried to catch myself before I fell off of the Statue of Liberty.

I failed.

I braced myself for the impact on the bustling streets below, wishing for a quick death. Then I remembered: I can teleport! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the void. It was harder because I was physically and mentally exhausted, but I managed to crack open the void.

Home.

I pictured home, but, strangely, home wasn't Havenfield anymore. It was Percy's house.

I could taste the chocolate chip cookies that Sally made. Blue, of course. I could smell the strange scent of sea salt. I could hear Percy's laugh. Gentle, but wild.

I could feel...like I belong.

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As sight of the Jackson's house came into view, I realized that I didn't think this through. I would crash onto the sidewalk and die there.

'I least I'll die where my happy place is'

Then I heard a familiar voice. A voice that should not be here.

"Foster!"

'What's he doing here?'

I couldn't find an answer. I fell in to Keefe's strong arms and blacked out.