Broken Kid (Dadnoblade)(Discontinued)

Chapter 2

Y/n POV:

     It was the end of my first month with a new foster family and in a couple of minutes the foster guy should come and ask me and the family if they still wanted me and if I wanted to stay here. I knew that the family was gonna give me back because the parents hated me after the first week because of their daughter. She is the same age as me and her parents always took her side, so if something happened and even when I didn't do anything she would blame me.

     A couple of minutes of sitting silently on the couch while the family sat there talking to each other, I heard the doorbell. The mother got up and opened the door, and there he is the foster guy. He walked in with that stupid smile we all know is fake and greeted everyone. He had me go to my room so that he could ask the family if they wanted to keep fostering me.

Family POV:

     "So, do you want to keep fostering Y/n?" The foster guy asked. The mother replied, "No, we don't. THey're such a bad influence on our daughter, and they have done so many bad things, and on top of that they never show emotion or even talk much." The father nodded, agreeing, while the daughter was distracted playing on her ipad. The foster guy nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard. Then said, "Ok. Can you go get Y/n and wait in a separate room while I question them?" We all got up and went upstairs. The mother walked into Y/n's room and said, "Go downstairs and talk to the guy."

Y/n POV:

     I walked past the family and went downstairs. I saw the foster guy named Mr. Loss. He was not putting on that fake smile like usual, he was instead frowning and a look of disappointment in his eyes, that's usually how I know that the family didn't want me. I walked over and sat on the couch. He then said, "Ok so, do you want to stay with the family?" I replied with, "No" He wrote something down on his clipboard and said, "Ok then, go pack up your stuff we will be leaving in a few minutes." I got up and walked upstairs to my room. I already had packed since I knew I didn't want to stay here.

     After I gathered everything, I walked downstairs and saw the whole family looking at me with disgust. And I saw Mr. Loss looked at me with his usual fake smile and getting ready to open the door. After he opened the door he walked over to me and took my bags from me. I walked outside and the door closed so fast behind me and then we walked to his car and he opened the back door for me. After I got in he went to the trunk to put away my bags and then he got in the car.

     Then he started driving me to the foster place (I don't what it's called) to stay there until someone wants to foster me. I looked out the window thinking, 'Will I ever find the perfect home?'