I promise it'll get better

Chapter one: Our Misfortunes

Ms Carmen: one of the strangest foster moms we've had yet. This was the second time we've had her and when Isaac and I sit on her roof outside of my room I swear he never says anything worse about anyone ever. The roof was our safe haven where we could laugh and be serious about things within the same ten minutes. Ms Carmen was strange for a few reasons: A, she eats almost anything that isn't moldy. Number dos: she has a cat that sounds like a garbage disposal when it meows and it just likes to lie on her stomach sounding like it could die at any given second. And the fourth reason is that she dresses like lady gaga and a thrift shop had a baby that thew up in her closet. Like literally one of the weirdest dressing people in all of Arlington, Kentucky is our foster mom. Maybe even the whole state. Or at least that's what Isaac says. My biggest fear is that one day a foster home isn't gonna want both of us and he'll have to end up living with a weirdo like Ms Carmen. Or Mr Fantala. That guy was weird. But anyways, enough of the sappy stuff. I swear sometimes I absolutely hate how much of a free spirit that guy has. I hope he doesn't sneak out and run away like he did last time at Michelle and Dave Smith's house. That's why we only stayed a week there. He up and left and left me notes about how tonfind him. He was such a clever boy. Even when he was eight.

When I was no more than seven years old, my mom left us for no apparent reason. A few weeks later my dad died of an overdose of drugs. We then took a trip to Grandma Marsha's house for a few months until Mr Tang took us in even though we almost refused. He said he could make our lives better. Now I'm almost sixteen and that better life couldn't be further from the truth. I wish all this didn't happen. If only mom stayed. Sometimes I try to think of what our lives would be like if she did. Or if dad didn't die. Or if Grandma Marsha didn't let Mr Tang take us away. But then I wake up from those wonderful dreams and find myself on an uncomfortable air mattress or couch or even the floor sometimes, thinking about the one reason I stay alive: Isaac.