That Fateful Night

Chapter 1

Thoughts will be written like this

Taylor's Pov

No one talks about what it's actually like being a kid in the foster system and being in the same foster familly for several years. The only kids they ever mention are those passed from foster family to care home and back to foster famillies And no one deserves that but no kid deserves to be in care home full stop. Every child deserves to have a stable, reliable, loving and caring familly. But sadly most kids don't and I am just one of thousands maybe even millions of children in the foster system.

I have been with my current family for 2 years, now I would rather be here than in another foster home for sure. You don't now how bad those places can be until you live in one. But don't get me wrong here isn't exactly the best either. I don't want to sound like a brat or anything but I'm ignored basically all day everyday and I barley even exist to them. I'm just their little second thought that brings in a little bit of extra money at the end of the month. It's werid getting used for money, but it's alright there are kids in the system far worse off than me. So I tend not to complain too much.

I don't really mind online school it suits me better than normal school, but I hate English with all my heart. It's my least favourite subject by far. I can think and say fantastic stories but I can't write them down on paper. I really struggle with spelling and grammar and I always have. I can make myself do all my other work for my other subjects but I have to be in a good mood to actually do my English work. And today is just not one of those days. I just couldn't get motivated to do the work so I headed out into town instead. It only about a 10 minute walk from my house, so it's not too far.

When I arrived in town I headed to my favourite coffee shop to get my favourite coffee. Which some people might think is quite strange and maybe even gross but I couldn't live without it. I walked up to the counter before ordering.

"Hello could I please have a medium iced lavender oat latte please?" I asked.

"Of course that will be $4.30" the cashier said.

I handed the money before joining the queue of people waiting for their drinks. It only took a couple of minutes before I was called up to counter to collect my drink. While I was walking up to the counter the person behind mes order was called. The barista hands slipped and they dropped her drink, but I caught it just before it hit the floor.

"Thank you so much!" The stranger gratefully said as I handed them their drink.

"No problem," I said before sitting down at a table to drink my coffee.

The stranger's Pov

I am so grateful that the girl at the coffee shop caught my coffee. First of all because it was nice of her and secondly it would of been so embarrassing if I had dropped my coffee on the floor that would be so bad and cause the employees so much extra work and also because it would bring me so much extra attention, which is the opposite of what I need on my lunch break. And mostly just because  I was really looking forward to my coffee, and it didn't disappoint as I have come to expect from that coffee shop.

I walked out of the coffee shop and headed into the nearby farmers market to pick up some fruit and vegetables for the week because I hadn't had time to go to the grocery store yesterday because we spent almost all of the day with my obgyn. And when she is sticking huge needles into your uterus it's not exactly pleasent or enjoyable. Nevermind the arguement that Joshua started when we got back home. He was so upset about it but, I was just as upset about being infertile as he was, but I suppose it's my fault and not his that we can't have a child or that's at least how he sees it now.

After I packed all my groceries into my car I decided to go to the bookstore to waste some time before I need to be back on set again. I headed in without the intention of buying anything but I walked out with two books. (Which too be honest, for me that isn't that bad, I have bought many books from that store when I say I'm not buying anything). I bought the Seven Husband's of Evelyn Hugo and the Diary of Anne Frank. Both books which I have been meaning to get around to reading for ages, but I have finally bought them which is half the battle.