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...
Little short stories of everyone's Christmas, merry Christmas!! 🎄(not edited)
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It had been a week since one of my best friends was foaming out of his mouth on our bathroom floor.
One minute I was throwing stuff around our apartment, being held back by Jack. And the next I was being rushed to the upper east side.
The thing is, in foster care you had to learn to adjust to change. Nobody cared who died or who overdosed or who you where friends with. As long as your not causing trouble on their radar then you are aye okay.
For once, I was put with a family who were actually not that bad. My foster mom, Leslie, was infertile and her husband used to be in foster care.
It was Christmas, and if my life was fiction my friends and me would be sitting on a hill as Happy Xmas by John Lennon played in the backround, the camera zooming out and showing the snow as we all leaned our heads on each others shoulders.
But that would never happen, because war is not over. And it will never be over for me.
Leslie snaps me out of my thoughts with another wrapped present. She old up her iPhone, filming me with a large smile. I try to smile, because for once someone was noticing me.
But oddly, I felt like Charlie Brown. Christmas was here, I was getting presents, but I'm not happy and I don't feel the way I'm suppposed to feel.
Something probably is wrong with me.
I pick at the end of a ribbon, a depression coming over me and all the sudden I want to cry. My friends weren't here, and that's all I wanted.
"How about we take a break?" My foster dad, Gabe suggests. Leslie frowns. "I'll make some hot coca."
Christmas blows.
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Margret's smile immediately drops when she looks over at me. "Walker, get the trash."
I sigh, grabbing another trash bag and picking up the wrapping paper. The oven beeps and she shoos me toward it. "We" had been opening presents all morning for three hours and it was exhausting, especially when I just watching them open it.
