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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"Mom, you're gonna believe a fucking stranger over me?" My foster brother yells, pointing a finger at me.
"Me?!" I stress. "Bullshit! I've been in my room ever since I got home," I say turning to his mom with a sneer on my face. "Like im supposed to, right?"
"Hey," she yells, putting a hand on her hip. "You don't not come in here and disrespect me and my son, watch that mouth."
"But-" I try to argue that he had just cursed me out twenty minutes ago but she interupts me with a glare.
"Who did it?"
I role my eyes, looking over at Drew who glares back at me. I've only been here a week yet Ella and Drew keep blaming stuff on me for no reason which resulted in my getting my "bus privileges" taken away.
My foster mom would stand on the porch with me, to make sure I wouldn't get on the bus then I would have to walk to school in freezing weather. In her words "until you can act right in my house you are walking in the cold".
"It was him," Drew deadpans.
His mom sighs, annoyed. "Walker no more bus for another week, and dishes duty."
"I'm always on dishes duty," I mumble, walking past her and into the kitchen.
I've learned from the past few days that it was better if I didn't try to argue too much, because that meant getting the dad involved and that was something I didn't want to do.
The sink is filled to the brim with dirty dishes, and despite being rich their dishwasher is broken because someone put dish soap in there.
Just as I turn on the sink and grab the soap, the side door opens and Ella and a short ginger girl walk in, tracking in snow.
"Ella," the girls says quietly. "We're brining in snow..."
"Oh." Then Ella looks at me, blonde ponytail swishing behind her. I didn't mind my foster sister, she was just passive aggressive toward me most of the time, at least she wasn't as bad as her brother.
"Walker could you get that? We have to work on a banner for cheer," she says, giving me an obnoxious smile.
I sigh, staring down at the pile of dishes infront of me. "Sure thing."
Grabbing a washcloth I walk toward the already melting piles of snow, feeling like a modern day Cinderella. "Sorry." Her friend smiles at me, quickly running to her saying something in her ear that sounds a lot like 'who's that?'
