𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒, ㅤsbi&co

Is This A Cutscene?

He had been here before. Many of times, sat in the back of Ms. Puffy's car. A few times he can remember vividly, some just a blur in his mind.

Most times in the back of her car weren't the greatest, especially this time. Another family that wanted to foster Tommy. He knew how this would go.

Tommy was labeled a problem child. After going through so many homes, people have just started not putting any effort in. Except Ms. Puffy. Ms. Puffy was Tommy's favorite.

Once they realize how "difficult" Tommy is, they will eventually give him up again, just like the six other homes he's been in throughout the seven years of his fourteen year old life.

Home number four was most remarkable. They had tried, they did, but every time he's called "Too Difficult to Take Care Of".

Home number six was the worst, hence the reason why he's in the back of Ms. Puffy's car. They had seemed nice at first, seeing it was their first time fostering. Their kindness only lasted around a week before things started to get worse.

They were convinced they could stamp Tommy's ADHD out of him. That was the second house he's been hit in.

He was only there for three weeks, but it was still a bad experience for a sixth home. He was glad when Ms. Puffy had seen the bruises on him during one of their lunches.

The foster system wasn't that great either.

He hasn't been touched, or raped. He was given good food and a roof over his head and many kind adults.

That said, it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows either.

He's been pushed around and bullied by older kids, denied meals as a result of misbehavior, yet never starved. Shared rooms with too many other children, yet never forced to sleep on the floor.

But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing about being in the foster system is that three out of the six families he's been with cared about him. They were excited to invite him into their families and were quick to give him love and kindness.

Yet it never worked out. House one decided they wanted a child who was golden, who wouldn't talk back or get into trouble at school. House three decided he didn't blend well into the "dynamic" of the family as well as being loud and disruptive. House five tried to convert him to Christianity, but after trying to hit the "sins" out of him and Tommy using God's name in vain, they sent him back.

That was the first house he's ever been hit in.

That had ended spectacularly.

But the families had cared, had wanted him.

Or wanted him for a bit, wanted a perfect him, wanted a child but not a child even near to what Tommy is.

They wanted a doll, a bright eyed, perfect teen who they can mold into their own perfect child. Someone to be their beautiful baby boy and do what they were told to do and someone who got amazing grades in school. They wanted a son with manners, who had friends, someone who participated in family movie nights.

But Tommy was nowhere near that. He had given up on school years ago and enjoyed looking out the window and counting the leaves on trees and bushes. He liked going for walks in the middle of the night, alone, with no one to bother him and the feeling of the cold wind biting his plush skin. He never had the attention span to sit through a whole movie and always forgot to do the chores he was supposed to do.

Long story short, no one wants a kid like Tommy.

So house seven it was.

"Phil has two other kids," Ms. Puffy tells him as she turns down the radio, "One was apart of the foster system as well. Techno's eighteen, and Wilbur's seventeen. They're nice people."