The Kid

Part 1 HOME?

There are no ships, everything is platonic.

Thank you for your time,

and I'm sorry I had to add this here.

Story may contain some triggers.

"Oh, and a new family will be fostering you this month."

I stretch my arms above my head yawning a bit on an early Thursday. I

then rub my eyes and look at the calendar. "Oh, it's today?" Then I look

at my clock.

"Shit!" I whisper yell scrambling out of bed and rushing to put my

clothes on, which consisted of a gray sweater that's not that thick or

baggy, and jeans that aren't too tight. I put the clothes on neat but still

rushed.

"I'm going to be late!" I whisper yell again, taking my duffle bag and

backpack from under my bed. I quickly brush my short light brown hair

and teeth then throw all my bathroom stuff in my backpack along with

personal items, including Mr. Lion, placed neatly inside before zipping it

up.

I take my folded clothes from their drawers throwing them in the duffle

bag not caring that there getting unfolded. When I'm done I realize how

flat my duffle bag is again so I throw my pillow in with it then zip that up.

Just as I zipped up my final bad there a knock and the door opens. "Oh

good to see your awake." Mr. John tells me. "Do you want breakfast

before you leave?" He askes.

I shake my head. "Nope! I already ate!" I lie happily. "Oh, I didn't see you

tho?" He questions. "That's cause I got up early!" I lie with fake

excitement, it must have worked because he nods his head and says.

"Ok then, well the foster family will be here soon so please come

downstairs soon." "Ok!" I tell him smiling.

As soon as Mr. John leaves, I drop my smile, grab my bags, and have a

look around my room with a tired and bored expression. "See you next

month." I say then close the door.

I sit on a couch with a coffee table in front of it then another couch

facing mine, with my bags on the floor next to my couch.

Mr. John comes back in and opens the door to let in the new family.

"And this is Alexa." Mr. John says gesturing towards me. "Hello." I smile

and wave. "Hey." Two people say then sit on the couch in front of mine.

When Mr. John leaves the room the man with short blond hair and green

eyes starts talking. "Well in Phil and this is-" He gets cut if by the lady

next to him with dark shoulder-length brown hair and eyes. "I'm Kristin,

Phil's wife, and your new girlfriend." She chuckles. l can't help but be a