My blood

Chapter 2

After an awful journey over and a chaotic episode at the airport security, I was on my way to Holmes chapel.

I was going to a, seemingly, nice couple, mid 40's who have no kids although I heard they tried everything.

The poor people. Now they're stuck with weird old me.

Just as we arrived in at Holmes Chapel, we stopped at a red light. I looked out the window observing my new home, or for now anyway

. It seemed like a lovely place. Just as the lights turned green, I made eye contact with a boy, who looked around my age.

He smiled at me and, for the first time in a long time I smiled back. This mightnt be too bad, I smiled to myself.

My social worker began blabbing on about 'how I should try with these people' and to 'not give them a heart attack.

I mean,please, I'm not that bad am I? Either way about 2 minutes of her talking and I zoned out, my thoughts automatically going back to curly haired boy that smiled at me today.

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We got to the house about 10 minutes later, and I'm not sure why but just like the first time I arrived at my new foster home, I was nervous.

I slowly got out of the car and rang the doorbell. The door flung open and the woman I would be staying pulled me into a hug.

She smelled lovely; like baking and lavender. I smiled to myself, my mother never used to bake, she was always looking so glamorous in her fancy suits.

I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my mind, i'd forgotten the fact she never had any time for me, or showed me any affection either.

I guess she didnt really care for me, I was the one who kept her home, and not out partying with her friends when she got pregnant with me at 17.

Maybe I didn't really care much for her leaving her leaving was, kinda a metaphor? Either way she hurt me real bad and even of she did come back, I would never forgive her. Never.

"my name is Susan" the woman smiled. She was quite pretty, and she was wearing an apron. The traditional mother, I thought to myself, like in the fairytales.

Maybe this could be mine, these people seemed nice, making me feel at home already. "Lucy." I smiled at her and the man turned to me and firmly shook my hand, smiling at me. "my name is John." he smiled and they beaconed me and my social worker inside.

As we stepped into the hall, the wafting smells of cookies, fresh out of the oven hit me, and my stomach growled.

"we'll soon fix that dear." she smiled at me and lead us into the kitchen where a plate of, what has to be the most amazing cookies ever, waited for me.

She handed me one and I bit into it. I was still warm and the chocolate had melted. The couple were talking to my social worker, so I looked around the kitchen.

It looked like a really nice house, all cosy and really cared for. It's wasn't really that modern, but much nicer than any that were.

It full of old, antique,furniture, given new life with new paint, maybe they could give me new life, I smiled. I'd never been this optimistic or so readily open about a foster home before. This was new, a big step for me...