Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
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He turns on the hunting show, popping the footrest out and leaning back onto the recliner.
Mr. Henry grumbles when he realizes I'm still standing here. "Rooms to the left, don't make too much noise."
I sigh, nodding and turning on my foot in the direction of my room. My social worker who dropped me off here acted like the world was about to explode seeming how he booted me out of the car and sped off.
My room is small, smaller than it was back in the city. The left roof is slanted, and pressed up against the right wall is a twin bed that sags in the middle. The walls and roof are covered in wood panels, and the floor has a scratchy beige carpet.
I drop my bag on the ground, going to sit on the bed. It creaks as soon as my body hits it. It wasn't anything new to me having old things, for fucks sake back in my old apartment everything was falling apart. But at least I had my friends there to make things seem more lively, here it was dull.
Looking out the single window at the fields I sigh again. I guess I should go explore because this is gonna be my new home for however long they want to keep me.
I walk down the hallway, not bothering to tell him where I'm going and I doubt he even cares.
When I walk out onto the gravel I'm met with a farm smell, the type of smell you get when you go to a pet shop.
About thirty feet from the house is a small cow pasture. When I approach it all the cows run away except a few.
"Hi," I mumble, staring them down. "Is it nice here?"
I miss my friends. I guess this cow is close enough to Ares. I'm so funny. Ares. I wonder how he is doing. If he heard me say that we would probably start fighting, my jokes always resulted in me and Ares fighting.
"Good conversation." I blink the tears away from my eyes.
When I was told I was going to live in the countryside of New York I never thought it could be so different from the city part.
I walk down the gravel driveway to the street. For miles, there is nothing but hills and corn fields. Just this lonely ass house in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.
The cow moos loudly behind me. I felt like Hannah Montana, going from living in the city to slumming it down the countryside. I remember watching half of that movie in the waiting room of the doctor's office when Robby broke my arm, I was nine and he had 'accidentally' slammed my arm in the door.
That memory was buried away for a long time, I remember getting a blue cast and Quinn had drawn a race track on it so I would stop sulking.
I miss my friends, a lot more then I would ever admit at loud. I miss alot of things actually.
Like my dad, even though he was an asshole, and my mom—even though im not 100% positive I have one.
Sighing heavily I kick the gravel, turning on my heel back to the sad house.
