To say I was scared was a understatement. I was scared for my life. I've never been with a family. I don't know how to act or say .. What if I mess up. What if they decided they didn't want me.. ?
I was soooo lucky to know Chris and have him be my best friend , he got me so much and I only got him a cup and a jersey .. Since the other presents were broke and stolen.
Currently me and Chris were folding all the nice things and putting them away in my new back pack. I smiled as he told me jokes and I listened to his concided self and all too soon some one came into to the room with a black suit and black shades.
"Hello are you ready?" He said. I stood there not answering , I wonder if maybe I could run past him. And get away. ..... Can I? I felt a nudge next to me. Cris gave me that look that said don't run. I nodded and looked at him but before I could say anything the man inturpted me.
"You will be living with a family that has a son and a mother and father. But the son is a little quesrionable. But don't worry. The man is a police officer an would love to have you join their family. And have a place to live. " I looked at him like he shot a puppy.
" That means ,Liam that they are nice and love you." I gave a mad look but I didn't say anything. I grabbed my stuff. And I followed the man. Chris walked close to me and walked with me and I saw a car in front of me . I diet want to get in it and maybe I won't have to but Chris nudged me and I awkwardly sat in the car. I didn't bother with a seat belt . If I needed to run then I won't have to fumble with a belt.
"Is this real..?" I asked Chris. He turned to look at me and I held my breath waiting for his answer.
"Yes , but ... You'll be okay! You won't have to worry about anything." I nodded and the pit in my stomach wouldn't go away. I'm scared they won't like me ... As soon as the car stopped I looked up and saw some one I never thought I would see. Mike.. Chris friend that wants my guts on a chop board. I looked at him with wide eyes. He had a mad and angry look. He was standing with hands in his pockets . looking , as usual intimidating. I saw the man who I knew as a cop who tries to put me in a home and ocasionally checks up on me , and a nice looking woman. I stared at them and realized Chris was pushing me out of the car. I got out and held on to the straps of the bag and made sure they couldn't see my shaking hands. I looked at them and I stared at their feet. Chris walked behind me and I despertly dd to turn around and run away but I couldn't do that. He would catch me in under a second.
"Chris I wanna go away from here.." I muttered . the grass was green and not wearing off or turning yellow . The side walks weren't cracled and there was no hard judging looks from neighbors. I looked around and looked down. I'm so far frommMrs.Doe ... I don't know if I can find my way back to her house. I started to shake more and I hated that cause I know I was going to have an asthma attack and I don't have my inhaler. Unless Chris has it which i highly doubt. I looked down as we walked up to them and stopped.
"Hi there , Liam." The man said. I waved a little bit and remained quiet.
"The little shi-" Mike started but Chris finished
"He is a little shy ... It might take a while. Mind if I help him set his room up?" Chris said. I mentally thanked him for that I knew Mike was going to hurtvme the second Chris left and I wanted to keep him around as long as possible. I gripped the straps and hoped they said yes.
"Well Chris your mother called us wondering where you went about an hour ago." The man said. I put my feet together and hunched a bit. Scared that meant he had to leave.
" awh please sir? He is my best friend and I his ... It would mean a lot to him...right Liam?" I almost didn't know he said my name . but I nodded anyway. I hoped o didn't have to stay for dinner... Maybe they will throw me back on the streets . that would be amazing.
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Easy Life And The Hard Life
Novela JuvenilI'm 16 I have shaggy brown hair with green gray eyes 5'4 freakles 95 lbs I live by myself ... no one knows my parents left me I have to work long hours and days for clothes beg for food and really often I'm running from the police from steali...