The door opened fully to reveal Colleen Evans. My jaw dropped.
I just kind of stared. She smiled at me, and Steve nudged me, and I stepped inside.
"Hi, I'm Colleen." She said, smiling.
"I'll let you go off now, wish you well!" Steve said. He walked out, I looked at him get in his car, and drive off.
I was so happy. Was this really my new home? I couldn't believe it.
"Is this all your stuff?" She asked. I nodded.
Suddenly, someone began coming down the hall?
"Who was just at the," the man stopped, and as I slowly raised my head, seeing that it was none other than Joshua David Evans, her husband.
"This is Mike," Colleen said, introducing me.
"Hello, I'm Josh," He said, and I got a humongous smile. Ear to ear. He looked at my shirt, which was one of his YouTube shirts. It was pretty much my only short sleeve shirt, but I was wearing a jacket.
They led me to the living room, and we sat down. Their house was quite wonderful, and I loved it.
"So, how many homes have you been in?" Josh asked.
"I've been in seven previous homes, none were this wonderful." I replied.
"Well, we hope you feel at home here." Colleen said, giving me a nice big smile.
"Hey, do you wanna show him around?" Josh asked. "I'm gonna make a special snack in the kitchen."
Colleen replied "Okay," and off we went. First was the bathroom, and next we went into the best thing I'd seen since... ever. It was the Miranda room.
"Miranda!" I screamed. This was wonderful. Miranda Sings everywhere. I was in love.
"Oh... Are you a fan?" She asked.
"Definitely, you guys were what kept me motivated through hard times in all of my homes." I said. This got me a little teary eyed. Not only because it brought back memories of horror, but because I was being fostered in their home.
"I'm glad. I really am." She said. We stopped our tour here, and we went back into the living room, and sat down, and turned on the tv.
She turned on the tv, and started watching Chopped. It felt so nice living here, and I've lived here less than an hour. It was still better than any foster home I've lived in.
Josh soon walked into the living room with a tray of kale chips.
"Kale yeah!" I said, and they both had a slight laugh.
We ate, chatted a little bit, and I opened up.
"I was just beat up a lot." I said.
"How?" Colleen asked.
"I would be tied up to a chair and whipped. I would also be pinned up and smacked. I had some foster parents who relieved their anger by just constantly beating me up. It always went something like this: I would gain trust to a family member, and they would turn against me. I would sometimes just sit because everything hurt so bad. I wasn't just bullied at homes, but at school was bad as well. Getting called names, pushed around, being excluded, and I had not even one friend."
There was some silence, and then Josh spoke up.
"There is absolutely nothing you could ever do to make us do anything like that to you."
I smiled at him, holding back tears.
"Thank you, I'm happy to hear that." I said.
"Mike, I have barely known you for two hours, but I know that you did not deserve to be beaten at all. At least you're safe here. Don't worry." Colleen said.
At this point, I couldn't hold in my tears. I had to let it all out. Colleen gave me a big hug, and I sat it her arms for a good five minutes.
Night fell upon us, and I feel asleep extremely quickly. The next morning arrived and I woke up, walked into the living room where Colleen and Josh were, realizing that I wasn't wearing my jacket or any kind of long sleeves.
