Home?

2. Ill try.

Tommy woke up on yet another cold day. It was the middle of winter, and it wasn't like the group home had great heating or anything.

It was always cold.

They didn't have many nice winter clothes, just whatever was donated to them by more fortunate people. Usually the clothes that had been worn and used by their kids, stuff they had grown out of.

So usually the winter coats were ripped and dirty, but it was better than nothing.

Tommy blearily opened his eyes and stood, changing quickly to avoid being too cold. He tugged on a forest green coat over his usual outfit, to hopefully keep warm.

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to detangle some of the knots. His hair had grown longer than he usually liked it, hanging down below his ears.

He stared at his face in the dirty mirror that was hanging on the wall. His eye was still healing from his old foster house, so there was a purple and yellow bruise there. His lips were cracked and chapped, and his nose was pink from the cold.

He didn't look like himself.

"Wake up." Tommy said, throwing a pillow at his roommate. He was some scrawny kid that had arrived the day before. His old roommate got taken to a new foster home.

He seemed like a good kid. Too good to be in this group home.

"I'm up, I'm up." The boy mumbled, before promptly falling back asleep.

Tommy rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, towards the dining room and kitchen. He was starving.

"Good morning, Thomas." The cook greeted as he walked up.

"Hi Mrs.Fletcher." He said, smiling. She was always nice to him.

"Eat up, hun. I hear you have a big day today."

"Let me guess, new foster parents?" He asked.

"I think so." She nodded. "Try to be optimistic. Maybe this time will be different."

"I'll try."

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After breakfast was over, he was sent back to his room to pack up. He folded his clothes and set them into the trash bag. He piled the few items he had, and tugged the winter jacket tightly around his shoulders as he headed into the cold.

The drive to the new house was long one. Probably about an hour or so. He had moved around so much that being in a car didn't bother him, it was just a long time.

He was dropped off at the bottom of a long driveway. He glanced around. The area around the house seemed nice. It was a big house, one of the bigger that he had lived in.

He sighed and walked up towards the door. His social worker was right behind him.

She knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a man with blonde hair that hung to his shoulders. He was wearing a green jumper with grey pants. He held a coffee mug. All in all, he looked nice enough.

Tommy followed them inside and sat at the kitchen table with them.

"Here are the notes about Thomas. If you need anything, call this number." She handed over a binder. "We talked about everything you should need to know on the phone earlier, so I'll let you two get to know each other." Then she was gone.

It was quiet for a moment while Tommy busied himself in staring at the table.

"My name is Phil." The man said, smiling kindly. "I have two sons, Wilbur and Techno who aren't here right now. They're 18." He started. "We are very excited to have you stay here, Thomas."

"It's Tommy." He muttered.

"What was that?"

"Please, call me Tommy." He said, looking up. "I hate it when people call me Thomas."

"Okay, Tommy. It's nice to meet you."

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Hellooooooooo

Sorry about the late update. To be honest with you all, I forgot. Whoops.

Hope you enjoyed.